Full-leafed, in pride of deepest green 

 The earth in the sunlight basks serene. 

 Where linden blossoms crowded cling 

 A thousand bees are murmuring : 

 As showers drift from the gladsome land 

 With a seven-barred bow is the rain-cloud spanned, 

 The wild rose yields her sweetest scents 

 Where hay-cocks pitch their fragrant tents, 

 The longest day's too brief for June, 

 The night's too short for such a moon ! 



