DO you think the summer will ever come, With white of lily and flush of rose, -- With the warm, bright days of joy and June, So long you dream they will never close? Will the birds, atilt on the bending boughs, Sing out their hearts in a mad delight; And the golden butterflies, sun-suffused, Shimmer and shine from morn till night? Do you think my summer will ever come, With brow of lily and cheek of rose? Shall I hold her fast, -- my Joy, my June, -- And dream that my day will never close? Will she mock the birds on the bending boughs (For her voice is music, -- my heart's delight), Or be content, like the butterflies, In the sun of my love from morn till night? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A GIRL'S GARDEN by ROBERT FROST SONG (2) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 71. THE CHOICE (1) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI TO CHLOE by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS SUMMER NIGHT by KENNETH SLADE ALLING |