Thursday, May 26, 2011

Summer Cometh...

Renoir's "The Beach at Purnic"

Summer cometh,
Wild bee hummeth,
In the sedge the kingcup blows;
Gorse and briar
Break to fire
'Mid the woodbine and the rose.

Where the larches
Build green arches
Coos the ring-dove, caws the rook;
Mimic laughter
Follows after
From the streamlet's sheltered nook.

Summer passes,
Lads and lasses!
Hand in hand we'll jog along;
Love comes sweetly,
Love goes fleetly,
Through the pauses of our song.