SUMMER 



HEN the elderberry 

 blooms and the young 

 corn is growing green 

 and the sweet chest- 

 nut is in blossom and 

 the June berry is ripe 

 and the under vines 

 in the pea field are 

 yellow, Summer 

 walks in her prime. 

 There is no sudden 

 change, no noisy clamouring of Nature, 

 but a gradual merging of Spring into 

 Summer days. 



Now the call of Spring had been 

 answered in countless hearts of beasts 

 and birds and human kind. The season 

 of promise, of reviving life, the season 

 of restless longing for the open road, 

 had gradually been absorbed by the 

 business of life, the dream of youth 

 become the cosmic reality. 



Now has come the season of work 

 and growth before the harvest. Such 

 ceaseless hurryings to and fro from 

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