WHAT was Summer chanting? @3O ye brooks and birds, Flash and pipe in happiness, Stirring hearts that cares oppress Into shining words! Here's the pollen soon to make Smudges on the woodbee's coat, Here's the lily of the lake Anchored in a golden boat. Wonder at the wind that blows Odours from the forest sweet; Marvel at the honeyed rose Heaping petals at her feet; Hark at wood-nymphs rustling through Brakes and thickets tender-knee'd! Hark! some shepherd pipe there blew— Was it Pan upon a reed? Oh! the pinks and garden-spice, Nature's every fair device, Mingled in a scented hoard Expected, longed-for, and adored— Summer's come!@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPITAPH ON ELIZABETH, L.H. by BEN JONSON A SONG OF FREEDOM by ALICE MILLIGAN THE WOOD OF FLOWERS by JAMES STEPHENS THE DAISY; WRITTEN AT EDINBURGH by ALFRED TENNYSON SHE PASSED THIS WAY by ANNA M. ACKERMANN AN INVITATION by MRS. RALPH BLACK NIGHT IN FLORIDA by ALPHEUS BUTLER ARISTOMENES by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE GIAOUR; A FRAGMENT OF A TURKISH TALE by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |