Poems (Van Vorst)/The Wind upon a Summer Day
THE WIND UPON A SUMMER DAY
The wind upon a summer day
How sweet it is! The shaking trees,
The shifting shadows as they lie
Across the grass, the bending rye,
The blue flowers in the grain,—and you
To love the livelong summer through—
There are no sweeter things than these.
How sweet it is! The shaking trees,
The shifting shadows as they lie
Across the grass, the bending rye,
The blue flowers in the grain,—and you
To love the livelong summer through—
There are no sweeter things than these.
The dawning of a winter day
How sad it is! The leafless trees,
The frozen meadow lands that lie
Leaden beneath a snowy sky;
The old year's bitterness,—and you
To lack the livelong winter through—
There are no sadder things than these.
How sad it is! The leafless trees,
The frozen meadow lands that lie
Leaden beneath a snowy sky;
The old year's bitterness,—and you
To lack the livelong winter through—
There are no sadder things than these.