Summer


 


 


ORCHARDS all in blossom,


Fields of growing grain;


Clover in the meadows,


Violets in the lane;


Roses in the gardens,


And, where'er you pass,


Round, gold dandelions


Glowing in the grass.


Song in every tree-top,


Joy in every shower;


Life in every atom,


Bees in every flower.


Fair the fields with promise,


Blissful all the air;


Fragrant all the forests,


Sunshine everywhere.


To the blossoming meadow


Lie at noon away,


Where the spotted lilies


Spread their petals gay.


In the liquid measures


Of the bobolink's tune,


You will find outspoken


All the soul of June.


 


 


Luella Clark