THE INCOMING OF SUMMER 29 

 have no illusions all is for them now. 

 The calendar is not for them. Joyous they 

 are, and wild ; their hopes are not for 

 to-morrow the to-morrow of the mounded 

 earth but for to-day. 



Summer comes in with their return, 

 though the calendar shall deny. Summer: 

 the very name brings to the heart a feeling 

 of joy. There is so much for all, so much 

 beauty of thought stored in the raggedest 

 dandelion. Sunshine, the swallow, and the 

 celandine: to know these in childhood is 

 to take to the heart the glory of summer 

 for ever. 



