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.
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.