Poems (Van Vorst)/Summer
For works with similar titles, see Summer.
SUMMER
Sea and sand and here our small home's place is
Where the low suns flush the warm wide land
Golden flooding, till the whole world's face is
Sea and Sand.
Where the low suns flush the warm wide land
Golden flooding, till the whole world's face is
Sea and Sand.
Far beyond our horizons, expand
Happy bays—they say: but the wave's race is
Toward our love-bound island, tempest-banned.
Here for you and me the season's grace is,
Here the heart's response, the touch of hand
Make love's universe, and Heaven's embrace is
Sea and Sand.
Happy bays—they say: but the wave's race is
Toward our love-bound island, tempest-banned.
Here for you and me the season's grace is,
Here the heart's response, the touch of hand
Make love's universe, and Heaven's embrace is
Sea and Sand.