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H IG H midsumm er has come m ds mm er m ute , i u h Of son r c to sce ntand si t. g , but i h g Th e sun 15 h l h m h eaven th e ski es are r g , b ight

And full to blessednws.

M R R Lxm s O IS.

Tlze Ode a/L zﬁr.

BOSTON

D L O T H R P A N D M P A N Y . O C O F RA N KLI N AN D H AW LEY STR E ETS om m e nt 1 886 BY C , ,

R P AN D O P . D . LOT H O C M A N Y

CO M POS I T ION A N D E LE CTROTYPI NG BY

' l . M T T N A D M P N Y . C. A OO N CO A P RE FAC E .

OF the summer months July has always been the

r r r of one most favo ed of the poets , who have neve ti ed

It i s ﬁoodtide singing the praises of midsummer. the

of r. Th e fr s of r m m r the yea eshnes ea ly su e has passed , it is true but what June promised July fulﬁls . Not yet has com e the chill at eventide that in late summer hints

o r faintly, but n ne the less su ely, of autumn and the

Th e rook are not r i e r fading leaf . b s yet d ied n th i “ ” rs s . It n o ar s cou e is the time whe lilies bl w, the h ve t

m r L k is near at hand, and it is high midsu me . i e its

r ss rs i n s r ul m to p edece o thi se ies , 7 y lays no clai ex h austi ve presentation of the subject !but that a fai rly complete picture of m idsummer is gi ven in its pages

r r the edito is quite su e . A M rs. W t n R i r lice elling o ollins , whose nf equent

o m er e r m p e s nev fail to pl ase , cont ibutes to this volu e

“ ” ’ o r In . M ss H G r a n table ly ic, July i elen ay Cone s “ ” o A N M r m e . N w s nnet , July oon , and Ja s e ton M at ’ “ ” i n W k thews July the est , have li ewise been gener

usl o y contributed . i v P RE FACE .

D . L C a knowl Messrs . othrop and ompany gratefully c

i a r r r r ub edge, this place , the cou tesy of thei b othe p li sh e rs r r r r in ega d to many copy ight poems here p inted .

C B D G E M . ne 2 1886. AM RI , ASS , Ju 3, C O N T E N T S .

IN YOUN G JULY L ucy Lar com JULY S usan H ar tley S wett SHALL NOT JULY B RIN G FR ESH D ELI GHT

SUMM E R M ORNIN G George 170177 B aker S UMM ER N OON I N THE

WOOD S Sam uel IfVezr M i te/tell SHORT I s TH E D OUBTFUL EM P IR E OF TH E N I G HT 7am e: Tb om ron

’ A M I DSUMM E R N I G HT George C/z z nn A JULY D AY E ben E ugene Rexfor d

D EVE P E S usan L ou i sa H i zn son LO M NT gg , VACATION SONG Kat/zar m e Lee B aler TH E S UNFLOW ER FLOW ERS OF M I DD LE SU M

' ' - M ER Wzllzam Skatespear:

’ THANKS FOR A SUMM E R S

D AY Alexan der f/ um e

A JULY FERN LEAF M or tz nzer Colli n s JULY D AWNIN G Un known

' ' A M I D SUMM E R SON G Ri ckar d Watson Gzlder WH EN S UMM E R EVEN SOFT

' LY D I ES Freder zcé Myer: VI CON TE N TS .

P AC!

JULY H enry Gay H ewlett WILLOW SON G JULY H en ry Austi n D odson A JULY D AY P h i lip B ou rke [ Wan ton

TH E S E 0 TH E S U M UMM R , M E R Ayred Au sti n A JULY SER ENAD E S UMM ER N OON Augu sta Lar ned

' ' S UM M E R M I D NI G HT Cb ar les Lotzn H zlar et/z I! A JULY NOON H elen Gray Con e

Fr ank D!S /zer man BACCHUS .

' TH E H B E-BEE Rolo/z lValcto E m er son UM L l JULY H’i lli am {Wor r is

M 01171 Tr o'wbr zd e I DSUMM ER 7 T. g

ou r di llon GATH ER ED ROS ES Fr anci s PV. B A LOST MORNIN G

TH E S E S Geor e IV. IV. H an /d on UMM R TORM g g , TH E FI RST C RICK ET lVi /li am D ean H owells

wns/t n C/zau nee H . To e d JULY y ,

‘ TH E D V 1 1 s . D or r O ES AT M EN DON 1 1 . C

AM I D T H E WH EAT Cli nton S collar d

’ A S UM M ER D AY 7am es B . If enyon

ar m A RAINY S UMM ER Ai r s . {V y S gleton

‘ i I s I r . l olli n N JULY M s A ce V. R

D ROW S IETOW N Rober tB uc/zanan

M IDS U M M ER

’ FI R EFLI ES H or ati o A elson P owers

TH E G W D i r s . {Var D od e RASS ORL A y AI . g

IN T H E H AMMOCK A r t/I ur Reed Ropes

r en for s o m W itt thi v lu e. CON TEN TS .

A SUMM ER N I G HT H/zlli am M or r i s

/ B r ownell A M I D SUMM ER I DYL D an i el IV. MI D SUMM ER D AWN H ar r i etWater s P reston FROM DAWN To D USK Fr an k D S lzer m an

n n son u r n I N S UMM ER EVE Cli as. Te y T er C OUNT NOT GOLD GAIN IN H OT JULY JULY 701m Clar e

H EAT- L I G HTNIN G E dgar Fawcett

t/z m - r s Two S UMM E R DAYS M B . B e a E dwa d

' A S UMM E R THOUGHT Wtlli am Cox B ennett TH E PATH THROU G H TH E

u o l' r i C ORN M r s. Al l c C a k

’ s A en on AN INCOM PLETE AN G LE R yam e B . y JULY 7am es R ussell L owell

' 7 ane . ustzn C ED Ros 111 s . y G A

r s H elen F. < zck son JULY M . f7 I NSUMM ER Cor/en try P atm or e

M D E TH E S P aul H am i lton H a ne I SUMM R IN OUTH, y

’ i l IN S UMM E R FI ELD S M r s . C. C. L dae l

I N M D E Ri ckar d K M u nki ttr i ck I SUMM R , M I D SUMM E R N OON Un kn own GRASS Cli nton S collar d

s eli a /zax t r M I D SUMM ER M I DNI G HT M r . C T e LONG SUMM E R D AYS H elen Gr ay Con e

r W/i i t an A E TH E S E S M s . S ar a/ m FT R UMM R TORM , z M EA DOW-SWEET George A r n old A JULY N I G HT Tod/zu n ter I N S UMM E R N OON TIz om as Ai r d JULY E dm und Spenser viii CON TE N TS .

b e /t d M I D SUMM ER N atb an G. S p er ‘ A S E N G altn Tod/z un ter UMM R I HT _7 l k M ar E . B a e JULY M r s . y ! ‘ 7 TH E WE am es A . M att/zeros JULY IN ST _7

L G TH E G E dm u nd Wi lli am Gosse YIN IN RASS , O H WHICH W ER E B EST R ober tB rowni ng

M I D SUMM ER IN N EW EN G~

r b andler oulton LAN D M s . C M

an nett S UMM E R C H E M ISTRY PVzlli ar n C. G

P E M r s M ar B . D od e H ELIOTRO . y g I N GREENWOO D GL EN Cli nton S collard JULY E dwi n Ar n old ON A JULY M ORNIN G yob n S cott

FI REELI ES nes M obi nson Ag F. R WILD ROS ES E dgar Fawcett M I D SUMM ER IN TH E C ITY Epes Sargen t FROM WOO D AND FI E LD S UM M E R D AWN ON LOCII KATRIN E Si r Walter S cott S UM M E R N I G HT ON LAK E GEN EVA Lord Byron M I D SUMM ER Caroli ne S eymour JULY H enry W Longfellow

BED ob r t o i s tev nson IN S UMM ER . R e L u S e ‘ I N S E N G . ean I n elow UMM R I HT _7 g TH E S W EET VALLEY OF D EEP G RASS PVzlliam M or r i s

' To A G RASSHOP PE R Walter W/ute A R HY M E OF S UM M ER fam e: B er ry B ensel

r n f r s W itte o thi volum e. CON TE N TS .

PAG E S WEET AFTER SHOW E RS Alfred Tennyson

Ai r s . en nette Fotker zll JULY y g , S UMM E R RAIN H ar tley Coler i dge RI VE R L ILI ES Fr an ci s W B ou r di llon M I DSUMM E R S am uel yokn son

r d T n n son I N S UMM E R N I G HT . Alf e e y M I DSUM M E R Wi lli am Cullen B ryan t A SONG OF TH E S UMM E R WIN D I na D on na Coolbr i tk

ak n ka B eatt SON G P e m T. y TH E BLACKB I RD Alf red Ten nyson M I DSUMM E R Oli ver Wen dell H olm es

' Z U M M ER EVE M EN D ANCE Wzllzam B ar nes WH O WILL WORSHI P TH E

’ u lz an GR EAT GOD PAN R ober t W. B c an

’ II AZE H en ry D awa Tlzor eau 0SWEET WILD ROSES THAT BU D AN D BLOW Ri ckar d Watson Gilder I N JULY E dwar d D owden M I D SUMM ER PVzlli am R oscoe Tkayer

ose r r ook SON G M r s . R Te y C e M I D SUMM ER An drew B i ce S axton

' TH E C LOTE Wi lli am B ar n es TH E G RASSHO PP E R Alf red Ten nyson

t m an S UMM E R RAIN E dm u nd C. S ed SWEET GR EEN LEAVES E li z a Cook TH E GRASSHO P PE R R i ckar d Lovelace M I D SUMM E R Lou is B elr ose

S E . k r i sti n R ossetti UMM R C a G. SW EET S UMM ERTIM E Oscar l/Vzlde X CON TEN TS

To M I DSUMM ER DAY

' TOO SOON George M lner AT EVENING Yomes B er ry B ensel

i r LOVE IN A M IST Alger non C. S w nbu ne

I M r s. A nn i e D . R obi nson M DSU M M ER ,

A SUMM ER AFTERNOON Abrakam P er ry M el/er WHAT I s IT H AUNTS TH E S UM M E R AI R Alfr ed Austi n 1“ M I DSUMM ER PASSES Unknown

0 r en for i s o m W itt th v lu e. X F A H INDE O UT O RS .

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A D T . IR , HOMAS

Born i n Bo de n Rox r shi re Sco and A st2 8 1802 w , bu gh , tl , ugu , .

D ed i n D mfr es Sco and r 2 1 8 6. i u i , tl , Ap il 5, 7 I n S ummer N oon

A GE GE DE. L R , RTRU

M se s Ma 1 1 Born i n armo or assac 868 . Y uthp t , hu tt , y 9,

Mids umm er

A D ED . RNOL , WIN

Born i n Roc es er En i and ne 10 18 2 . h t , g , Ju , 3

J il ly 0

A D GE GE. RNOL , OR

w n Born i n N e or e 2 18 . Y k City, Ju 4, 3 4 Di ed i n S ra err arms N ew erse No em er 186 t wb y F , J y, v b 9, 5. M eadow-Swee t

A E A D . USTIN , LFR

Born in H l u eadi n m Leeds En and M a 0 18 . g y, , gl , y 3 , 3 5

The S m mer 0th e S mm er u , u What is it H aunts th e Sum m er Ai r x11 I ND E X OF A UTH ORS.

A M RS. E G D . USTIN , JAN [ OO WIN]

Born i n Bos on M assac se s e r ar 2 1 8 1 . t , hu tt , F b u y 5, 3

Cedros

B E W . ARN S, ILLIAM

Born i n Rushh a Dorse s i re En and 1810. y, t h , gl ,

Th e Cl ote Z um mer Evemen Dance

B E K E L EE. AT S, ATHARIN

Born i n almouth M assac se s s 12 18 F , hu tt , Augu t , 59.

Vacati on S ong

BE P E T . ATTY, AK NHAM HOMAS

Born in aran am Bra ne 2 18 . M h , zil, Ju 3 , 55

Song

BE E L . LROS , OUIS

Born i n P ade a P enns an a N o em er 2 8 18 . hil lphi , ylv i , v b , 45

M idsumm er

BE E W Cox. NN TT, ILLIAM

Born i n Green ch En and 1 82 0. wi , gl ,

A Summ er Th ought

BE E E BE . NS L, JAM S RRY

Born i n N ew or s 2 18 6 Y k City, Augu t , 5 .

D ed i n N ew or C e r ar 1886. i Y k ity, F b u y 3 , A Rhym e of Summ er AtEveni ng I NDE X OF A U TH ORS . xiii

P AG E

- M D B BE ED D B . THAM WAR S, ATIL A AR ARA

W erﬁeld ff 1 Born i n est S o En and 8 6 . , u lk , gl , 3

TWO S umm er D ays

B GE M E V E M D . I LOW, L ILL A ISON

Born i n Ea on Ra ds M ch an s 2 18 6 t pi , i ig , Augu t , 4 .

C ount notGold Gain i n H otJuly

M B E M RS. E Z BE M G . LAK , ARY LI A TH [ C RATH]

Born i n D n ar en Co n a er ord re and Se em er I 18 0. u g v , u ty W t f , I l , pt b , 4

B E GE GE H E . OK R, OR NRY

Born i n P ade a Penns an a 182 . hil lphi , ylv i , 4

S umm er M orning

BO U RD ILLON F N W . , RA CIS ILLIAM W Born i n oolb eddi n S ssex En land 18 2 . g, u , g , 5

Gathered Roses R iver Lilies

B E D E WEB E . ROWN LL, ANI L ST R

Born i n ori da enr o n O o M arc 2 1 18 8. Fl , H y C u ty, hi , h , 3

A M ids ummer Idyl

B G R B E ROWNIN , O RT .

Born i n Cam er e S rre En and 1812 b w ll , u y, gl , .

Oh Whi ch were Be st IN D E X OF A UTH ORS .

B W I C E . RYANT, ILL AM ULL N

Born i n C m m n ton assac se s N o em er 1 . u i g , M hu tt , v b 3 794

D ed i n N ew or ne 12 18 8. i Y k City, Ju , 7 M ids umm er

R BE B W . UCHANAN , O RT ILLIAMS

Born i n G as o Sco and s 18 18 1. l g w, tl , Augu t , 4

D rowsietown Wh o will Worship th e G reat God Pan

B GE GE N E G D . YRON , OR O L OR ON

Born i n ondon En and an ar 2 2 1 88. L , gl , J u y , 7

D ed i n sso on Greece ri 1 182 . i M i l ghi, , Ap l 9, 4 Summ er N ight on Lake Geneva

C A E. ARY, LIC

Born near C nc nna i O o r 2 6 182 0. i i t , hi , Ap il ,

D ed i n New or e r ar 12 18 1 . i Y k City, F b u y , 7 A July Serenade

C GE GE. HINN , OR

Born i n Mar e ead M assach se s N o em er 2 18 8. bl h , u tt , v b 7, 5

A Midsummer N igh t

C E . LAR , JOHN

Born i n e stone En and 1 1 . H lp , gl , July 3 , 793

D ed i n N or am ton En and M a 1 186 . i th p , gl , y 9, 4 July

C E DGE H E OL RI , ARTL Y.

Born i n C e edon near Bris o En and 1 6. l v , t l , gl , 79

D ed i n m es de En and an ar 1 18 . i A bl i gl , J u y 9, 49 Summ er Rai n R XV IN D E X OF A U TH O S .

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C M E . OLLINS, ORTIM R

Born i n P m o En and ne 2 182 . ly uth, gl , Ju 9, 7

D ed i n R ch m ond En land 2 8 1 8 6. i i , g , July , 7 A July Fern Leaf

C E H E E G . ON , L N RAY

Born in N ew or arc 8 1 8 . Y k City, M h , 59

A July N oon Long Sum m er D ays

C E Z . OOK , LI A

Born i n ondon En and 1 8 1 . L , gl , 7

Swe e t Gree n Le aves

C E M R S . R E TE . OOK , OS [ RRY]

Born i n ar ford Connecﬁcut e r ar 1 182 . H t , , F b u y 7, 7

C B I N A D . OOL RITH , ONNA

Born in ri n ﬁe d M oms 1 8 Sp g l , ,

A Song of th e S umm er Wind

M M O . C M RS . D RAIK, INAH ARIA [ UL CK]

- - Born i n o e on re n En land 182 6. St k up T t, g ,

The Path through th e Corn

D B H E A . O SON , NRY USTIN

Born i n P mo En land an ar 18 18 0. ly uth, g , J u y , 4 XVI IND E X OF A U TH ORS.

M E D DGE M RS . B K . O , ARY [ AR R]

Born in Penns an a 1 8 ylv i ,

H eliotrope

M P D DG E M RS . M E . O , ARY [ A S]

Born i n New or C 18 8. Y k ity, 3

Th e Grass World

D M RS . C E R P E . ORR, JULIA AROLIN [ I L Y]

Born i n C ar es on So Carol na e r ar 1 182 h l t , uth i , F b u y 3 , 5.

Th e D ov es atM endon

D DE ED D . OW N , WAR

Born in D i n Ire and Ma 18 . ubl , l , y 3 , 43

In July

E E R P W D . M RSON , AL H AL O

Bo n M assa ts Ma 2 1 rn i n Bos o c se 80 . t , hu t , y 5, 3

Died in oncord assac se s A r 2 1882 . C , M hu tt , p il 7, Th e H umbl e-Bee

F E EDG . AWC TT, AR

Born i n N ew or C Ma 26 18 Y k ity, y , 47.

H eat-Lightning Wild R oses

F E G M RS . E E E G . OTH R I LL, J NN TT [ RIFFITHS]

Born i n Broadmoor Pem rokes i re a es r l 18 1 , b h , W l , Ap i 4, 4 .

XVIII IN DEX OF A U TH ORS.

P AGE

H E R BE . RRICK , O RT

Born i n London En and s 20 1 1 . , gl , Augu t , 59

Died i n Dean Pr ors De ons i re En and Oc o er 1 16 . i , v h , gl , t b 5, 74 The Successi on Of th e Four Sweet M onth s

H E ET T H E GAY. WL , NRY

Born in London En and r 18 2 . , gl , Ap il 4, 3

H GG S L . I INSON , USAN OUISA

Born i n Bos on assac se s N o em er 1 1816. t , M hu tt , v b 9, D ed i n Por and ai ne s 2 18 i tl , M , Augu t 7, 75. D e vel opm ent

H D E C A E LOTIN . IL R TH, H RL S

Born i n N ew or C A s 2 8 18 . Y k ity, ugu t , 53

Summer Midnight

H E O VE WE DE . OLM S, LI R N LL

Born in Cam rid e M assac se s A s 2 180 b g , hu tt , ugu t 9, 9.

M ds um i mer.

H G GE GE W G W G . OU HTON , OR ASHIN TON RI HT

Born i n Cam r d e M assac se s A s 12 18 0. b i g , hu tt , ugu t , 5

Th e Summer Storm

H E W D E . OW LLS, ILLIAM AN

Born i n ar ns i e O o M arch 1 18 M ti v ll , hi , , 3 7.

Th e First Cricket H R INDE X OF A U T O S . xix

P AGE .

H E A E DE . UM , L XAN R

1 Born in Scotland , ci r ca 560.

D ed in Lo i c Sco and 160 . i g , tl , 9

’ Thanks for a Summ er s Day

I GE E . N LOW, J AN

Born in Bos on En and 18 0. t , gl , 3

I n Summ er N ight

M RS . H E E M F E H . JACKSON , L N ARIA [ ISK ] [ UNT]

Born i n m ers assac se s Octo er 18 1 8 1 . A h t , M hu tt , b , 3

D ed In San ranc sco Ca forni a s 12 188 . i F i , li , Augu t , 5 July

S E . JOHNSON , AMU L

Born I n Li chﬁeld En and Se em er 18 1 0 , gl , pt b , 7 9. D ed i n London En and Decem er 1 1 8 i , gl , b 3 , 7 4. M ids umme r

KE E BE . NYON , JAM S NJAMIN

Born in ran or er mer o n N ew or r 2 6 18 8. F kf t , H ki C u ty, Y k , Ap il , 5

A n I ncom pl e te Angler A Summ er D ay

L D W E S V GE . AN OR , ALT R A A

Born i n s e our ar c s re En and an ar 0 1 . Ip l y C t, W wi k hi , gl , J u y 3 , 775

D ed In orence a Se e m e r 1 186 . i Fl , It ly, pt b 7, 4 To M idsumm er D ay

L L . ARCOM , UCY

Born i n Be e r arms M assac se s 1 826 . v ly F , hu tt ,

I n Young July I N DE F A H xx X O UT ORS .

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L ED A G . ARN , U USTA

rn n R and eff n Co n N ew o Bo i erso r ri 16 18 . utl , J u ty, Y k , Ap l , 3 5

Summ er N oon

- L DDE M RS. C C E F E I LL, HRISTINA ATHARIN [ RAS R TYTL ER] .

N ck In e Born i n arsi di a r ar 1 18 8. , , F b u y 4, 4

I n Summ er Fi e lds

L G E H E W D . ON F LLOW , NRY A SWORTH

Born i n Portand a ne e r ar 1 2 80 . l , M i , F b u y 7, 7 D ed i n am r d e assac se s arc 2 1 882 . i C b i g , M hu tt , M h 4, July

L E E R E . OW LL, JAM S USS LL

Born i n am r d e assach se s e r ar 2 2 1 8 1 C b i g , M u tt , F b u y , 9.

L VE E R D . O LAC , ICHAR

i n n 1 Born E and 16 8. gl , D ed in En and 16 8. i gl , 5 Th e Grasshopper

M P P B E. ARSTON , HILI OURK

Born i n London En and 18 0 , gl , 5 .

A July D ay

M E E N E . ATTH WS, JAM S WTON

Born near e Gre ncas e nd ana M a 2 18 2 . tl , I i , y 7, 5

July i n th e We st I ND E OF A TH R XXI X U O S .

PAG E

M E V E H E C E . RI AL , RMAN HARL S

Born i n London En and an ar 2 1 8 . , gl , J u y 7, 39

A Lost M orn i ng

M E AB PE . ILL R , RAHAM RRY

Born in a rﬁe d o n O o Oc o er 1 1 8 . F i l C u ty, hi , t b 5, 3 7

A Summ e r Afternoon

L E M G E G E. I N R , OR

Born i n anc es e r En and Decem er 1 82 M h t , gl , b 5, 9.

Too Soon

M E S M E W E . ITCH LL , A U L IR

Born i n P i ade a Pe nns lvama e r ar 1 1 82 . h l lphi , y , F b u y 5, 9

S um m er N oon i n th e “foods

M LE . ORRIS , WIS

\V n Born i n aermart e n a es a ar 2 1 8 . C h , l , J u y 3 , 3 3

H igh M idsum m e r h as C om e Ti tle age W M . ORRIS, ILLIAM

Born near London En and arc 18 , gl , M h , 3 4.

A S ummer Night July S hall n otJuly b ri ng Fresh De light Th e S wee t Vall ey Of D ee p G rass

M M RS . L E C D E . OULTON , OUIS [ HAN L R]

Born i n a re on ne c c r I O 1 8 . f t . C ti ut , Ap il , 3 5

M idsum m e r i n N e w England O A R XXII IN D EX F UTH O S .

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M UNKIT TRIC K R D KE D . , ICHAR N ALL

Born i n M anc es er En land M arc 1 8 . h t , g , h 5, 53

I n M idsummer

M E F EDE W H E . Y RS, R RIC ILLIAM NRY

Born i n Kes c C m erland En and e r ar 6 18 . wi k , u b , gl , F b u y , 43

‘ When Suntmer Ev en Softly D ies

P E C VE KE E D G . ATMOR , O NTRY ARS Y I HTON

Born in ood ord Essex En and 2 182 . W f , , gl , July 3 , 3

In S um m er

P E H N E . OW RS , ORATIO LSON

w or 0 1 82 6 Born i n m en a N e r . A i , Y k , Ap il 3 ,

Fi re fli es

P E H E W E . R STON , ARRI T AT RS

Born i n Dan ers assac se s 1 8 v , M hu tt ,

M idsumm er D awn

R E D EB E E G E E . XFOR , N U N

Born i n oh nsb ur h arre n Co n N ew or 16 18 8. J g , W u ty, Y k , July , 4

A July Day

R B A E G M F N E . O INSON , N S ARY RA C S

Bo W ' rn in e am n ton arwi ckshn e En and e r ar 2 18 . L i g , , gl , F b u y 7, 57

Fi re flies 0 0 0 I N D E OF H R X A UT O S . XXII I

P AGE

R B M RS. A E D G G EE . O INSON , NNI OU LAS [ R N]

w am an 12 1 Born i n P m o N e sh re ar 8 2 . ly uth, H p i , J u y , 4

M idsumm er

R oL LI N s M RS . A E M D WE G . , LIC ARLAN [ LLIN TON]

Born in Bos on assac se s ne 1 2 1 8 . t , M hu tt , Ju , 47

In July

R PE A R EED . O S, RTHUR

Born in ondon En an d Decem er 2 1 8 L , gl , b 3 , 59.

In th e H amm ock

R E C G E G . OSS TTI , HRISTINA OR INA

D ecem 1 Born in ondon E n an d e r 8 0. L , gl , b 5, 3

S um m e r

S GE E PE . AR NT, S

Born i n G o ce s e r assac se s e em e r 2 1 812 l u t , M hu tt , S pt b 7, .

D ed i n Bos on assac se s D ec em er 0 1880. i t , M hu tt , b 3 , M idsum m e r i n th e C ity

S A D E B E. AXTON , N R W IC

Born i n M iddleﬁeld N ew or r l 18 6. , Y k , Ap i 5, 5

M idsumm er

S D C . COLLAR , LINTON

Born in Cl n on N ew or Se e m er 18 1 860. i t , Y k , pt b ,

Amid th e Wheat G rass In Gree nwood Gle n v IN D E OF A U H xxi X T ORS.

S . COTT, JOHN

Born i n ondon En and an ar 1 0. L , gl , J u y 9, 73 D ed i n ondon En and D ecem er 12 1 8 i L , gl , b , 7 3. On a July Morni ng

S T T S IR W E . CO , ALT R

Born i n Edi n r s 1 1 1 bu gh, Augu t 5, 77 . D ed at o sford Se em er 2 1 18 2 i Abb t , pt b , 3 . S umm er D awn on Loch Katri ne

S E C E . YMOUR, AROLIN

Born i n th e n ed S a es 1 8 U it t t ,

M idsum m er

S E P E E W . HAK S AR , ILLIAM

Born i n ra ord-o u- on ri 2 1 6 St tf Av , Ap l 3 , 5 4.

- - D ed i n S ra ford ou on r l 2 16 16. i t t Av , Ap i 3 , Fl owers of Middl e S umm er

S EP E D N G . H H R , ATHAN

Born i n

D ed i n th e n ed S a es cir ca 18 . i U it t t , 75 M idsum m er

F D E P S E E . H RMAN , RANK M ST R

Born i n Pee s l N ew or M a 6 1 860. k ki l , Y k, y ,

Bacc hus From D awn to D usk

S G E M RS . M M ON TGO M ER IE L B . IN L TON , ARY [ AM ]

Born i n En and I S gl ,

A Rai ny S umm er

XXVI

PA GE

T E M RS . C E LAIG H TO N . HAXT R, LIA [ ]

Born in P or smo N ew am s re ne 2 1 8 t uth, H p hi , Ju 9, 3 5.

Mids um m er Midni ght

T E W R E. HAY R, ILLIAM OSCO

Born in Bos on assac se ts an ar 16 18 t , M hu t , J u y , 59.

M idsum mer

T E . HOM SON , JAM S

Born i n Ednam Rox r sh re Sco and Se em er 1 1 1 00. , bu gh i , tl , pt b , 7

D e d i n N ew Lane near Ri c mond En land s 2 1 8. i , h , g , Augu t 7, 74 Sh ort i s th e D oubtful Em pi re of th e N ight

T E H E D V D . HOR AU , NRY A I

Born i n oncord assac se s l 12 18 1 . C , M hu tt , Ju y , 7 M a D ed i n oncord assac se s 6 1862 . i C , M hu tt , y ,

H az e

T D E . O HUNT R , JOHN

Born i n D n re and D ecem er 2 18 . ubli , I l , b 9, 3 9

A July N ight A Sum m er N ight

TO WN S IIEN D C E H E. , HAUNC Y AR

Bor n i n En and 1 8. gl , 79

D ed In ondon En and e r ar 2 1868. i L , gl , F b u y 5, July

W T B DG E T E D. RO RI , JOHN OWNS N

Born i n O den N e w or Se em er 18 182 . g , Y k, pt b , 7

M idsum m e r xxvu INDEX OF A U TH ORS .

P AC :

W E W E . HIT , ALT R

Born in Grea Br a n 181 t it i ,

TO a Grassh opper

H E E P E . W M RS. S HITMAN , ARAH L N [ OW R]

Bor n i n Pro de nce R ode s and an ar I 180 . vi , h I l , J u y 9 , 3

D ed i n Pro dence R ode s and ne 2 18 8. i vi , h I l , Ju 7, 7 After th e Summ er Storm

’ W D O F G LA ERTIE W E O F H . IL , SCAR IN ALL ILLS

Born i n D l n re and Oc o er 16 18 ub i , I l , t b , 55.

Sweet S ummertime

U NKNOWN . July D awni ng M i dsumm er N oon M idsumm er Passes

THE S UCC ESS IO N OF THE FOUR M H SWE ET O NT S .

A ri l ske wi t/z m ellow snowers p ,

t/ze way f or ear ly ﬂ owers

Tl en a er ner com es sm i li n M a z ft g y,

I a m e/z and sweet arra n ore ri y ,

’ en ters nne ana ﬁri n s us m ore 7 , g

Gem s t/an th ose two tﬁat wen t be ore z f ,

Tl en lastl ul eom es an d size z , y, 7 y ,

wealtb bri ngs i n t/zan all t/zose tlzree.

R O B E RT H E R R c : f I N YOUN G j UL V.

’ TH E sun hangs cal m atsummer s poise ! n The earth lies bathed in Shimmering noo , At r rest from all her chee ful noise , W i n ith heartstrings silently tune .

i The time how beaut ful and dear, W i hen early fruits beg n to blush , And the full leafage of the year S ways o ’e r them with a sheltering hush !

The clouds that fleck the warm , blue deep Like shoals Of tinted fishes float ! From breathless groves the birds asleep

Send now and then a dream ing note . Y LU C LARCOM .

- Tﬂi r tyﬁve . yUL Y.

WH E N the scarlet cardinal tells

H e r dream to the dragon ﬂy, And in the lazy breeze makes a nest the tree s, And murmurs a lull aby,

Itis July .

When the tangled cobweb pull s ’ c ornﬂower s The cap awry, And the lilies tall lean over the wall

To bow to the butterﬂy,

Itis July . W hen the heat l ike a mist veil ﬂoats, And poppies ﬂame in the rye , ’ And the silver note in the streamlet s throat H as softened almost to a sigh ,

Itis July .

When the hours are so still th at time

Forgets them , and lets them lie ’Neath petals pink till the night stars wink Atthe sunset in the sky,

Itis July .

When each ﬁnge r- post by the way S ays that Slumb e rtown is nigh ! W th e e hen the grass is tall , and ros s fall , And nobody wonde rs why,

I tis July . S USAN H ARTL EY

UAIM E R IVOON [ N TH E W S OOD S .

SO fair and fresh the l andscape stands , So vital , so beyond decay, Itlooks as though God ’s shaping hands H ad j ust been raised and drawn away .

The holy baptism of the rain Ye t l ingers, like a special grace ! For I can see an aureole plain A ’ bout the world s transfigured face .

The moments come in dreamy bliss , In dreamy bliss they pause and pass It seems not hard , on days like this , D L ! ear ord , to lie beneath the grass E G E E G OR H N RY BOK E R.

T/ze B ook of the D ead .

S UM M E R N OON I N TH E WOOD S .

BETW EEN thin ﬁngers of the pine Of The ﬂuid gold sunlight slips , ’ And through the tamarack s grey- green fringe

U pon the level birch leaves drips .

Through all the still moist forest air

Slow trickles down the soft warm sheen , And ﬂecks th e branching wood Of ferns W Of ith tender tints pallid green , TH E D OUB TFUL E M P I RE OF TH E N I GH T: 5

TO rest where close to moldered trunks

The red and purple berries lie , Where tiny jungles Of the moss

Their tropic forest rear on high .

Fast, fast asleep the woodland rests , S ’ tirs not the tamarack s topmost sheaf, And slow the subtle sunlight glides

With noiseless step from leaf to leaf . SAM U EL WEI R M ITCH ELL

S H OR T I S TH E D O UB TF UL E M P I RE OF

TH E N I GH T.

S H OR T is the doubtful empire Of the night ! And Of soon , observant approaching day,

- The meek eyed morn appears, mother of dews,

At r ﬁ st faint gleaming in the dappled east,

’ Till far o er ether spreads the widening glow, And Of , from before the lustre her face , W W hite break the clouds away . ith quickened step

B r Y . o rown night etires oung day p urs in apace ,

An d w r Opens all the la ny p ospe ct Wide . ’ The dripping rock , the mountain s misty top, S n well on the sight , and brighten with the daw .

B r lue , through the dust , the smoking cu rents shine ! And from the bladed field the fearful hare L imps , awkward !while along the forest glade 6 A M IDS UM M E R N I GH T!

z The Wild deer trip, and Often turning ga e M At . early passenger usic awakes , The native voice Of undissembled j oy ! And thick around the woodland hymns arise . E T JAM S HOMSON .

A M I DS U/lI IlI E R N I GH T.

TH E — night is solemn , hushed with quiet deep ! S carce breaks the silence , save where in the grass , C i ch armeth h rping their music, such as sleep, A Of myriad wakeful insects pass .

The air is heavy with the perfume sweet ’ From roses in the garden : th e re s a low S s oft rustle as the tree the zephyrs gree t,

W Of hile ﬂocks feathery moths ﬂit to and fro .

On such a night as this the fairy queen

Titania, with her me rry band of sprites, H er court has held with in so me sylvan scene u Like that which now the lumino s ﬁreﬂy lights .

o Of The beauteous mo n , fair guardian sleep , W ill cease ere long her vigils for the night, And leave b right Lucifer his watch to keep

Within the dotted ﬁrmamentof light . A a D A m y Y. 7

But ! list From yonder wood , across the brook Which gl istening moves with dul l and noiseless

ﬂow, And Winds its way with many a curious crook Through meads now dusk and fertile ﬁelds below !

Of From out the deepness yon wooded nook , W here shadows lurk in darkness brooding still ,

There comes a sound no weary heart could brook, f The sad yet gay note O the whippoorwill .

Ah ! , bird of mystic song what is thy tale Doth joy or sorrow burden all thy theme TOO oft our founts Of pleasure do but fail !

TOO r Often cares prove but a fancied d eam .

GEORGE C HINN .

A yUL Y D A Y.

I N idle mood , this happy day, I let the moments drift away ! I lie among the tangled grass And watch the cri nkling billows pass

’ O e r Of L seas clover . ike a tide

That sets across the meadow wide , The crimson - crested ripples run From isles Of shade to shores Of sun ! And one white lily seems to be A sail upon this summer sea, A yUL Y D A Y.

B w o d lo n northward , bringing me , t ay, A fragrant freight from far Cathay .

LOW as th e wind that waves the rose I n o gardens where the poppy gr ws, And sweet as bells heard far away, A robin sings his song to- day ! S ings softly , by his hidden nest, A l ittle roundelay Of rest ! And as the wind his dwelling swings H e Of unﬂe d ed dreams his dream g Wings, W ' I hile , blending wi h his song , hear A ’ w brook s low babble , some here near .

A s glory wraps the hill , and seems TO weave an atmosphere of dreams ’ About th e mountain s kingly crest As sinks the sun adown the wes t. Earth seems to sit with folded hands In peace he only understands Wh o has no care . no vain regret, NO sorrow he would fain forget, And like a child upon her breast

I . lie , this happy day , and rest

“ The green things growing whispe r

Of many an e arth ~ old myste ry ! Of blossom s hiding in the mold ,

And what the acorn - cups enfold ! Of life unseen by eyes too dim To look through Nature up to Him D E VE L OP M E N T. 9

Wh o writes the poem Of the year

For human heart, and eye , and ear .

0 r summer day, su passing fair,

W Of r ith hints heaven in ea th and air, N otlong I keep you in my hold — The book is closed the tale is told . The valley ﬁlls with amber mist !

The sky is gold and amethyst . S t oft, sof and low, and silver clear ’ I The robin s vesper hymn hear, And see the stars lit, one by one .

The happy summer day is done . B EEN E GE E RE U N XFORD .

M’E N D E VE L OR T.

D ROOP G n d n I N a draggled , reft and tor , B y every bold , uprising hill , The mist seemed like a thing forlorn W ithout consistency or will . But , in an hour, behold a change ! Carved into pure and billowy grace B y mountain winds, that westward range , Itﬂoats a snowy cloud through space ! S oft smiles the summer sky above , D eep blue the river runs below,

And rr r mi o s back , with answering love , now The mist, transformed to beauty .

S USAN LOUISA H I GG INSON . I O VA CA TI ON S ON G.

VA CA TI ON S ON G.

I H A VE closed my books and hidden my slate

And thrown my satchel across the gate . M Of y school is out for a season rest , An I d now for the schoolroom love the be st .

M y schoolroom l ies on the meadow wide , W here under the clover the sunbeams hide , W here the long vines cling to the mossy bars , And the daisies twinkle l ike fallen stars !

W here clusters of buttercups gild the scene ,

L Of - s ike showers gold du t thrown over the green , ’ And the winds ﬂying footsteps are traced , as they

pass, e c By the dance of th sorrel and lip of the grass .

M y lessons are written in clouds and trees , And no one whispers , except the breeze , Wh o sometimes blows , from a secret place,

A . stray, sweet blossom against my face

My sch oolb e ll rings in the rippl ing stream W ' hich hides itself, like a schoolboy s dream , U Of nder the shadow and out sight,

Butl aughing still for its own delight .

M y school mates there are the birds and bees , And the saucy squirrel , more dull than these ,

W F ID I 2 FLO E RS O M DLE S U/lI/lIE R.

U I pon my stalk , cannot reach his sphere !

To m ine he cannot stoop .

I win not my desire , And I Of 10! yet fail not my guerdon , A thousand ﬂicke ring darts and tongues of ﬁre Around me spread and glow !

All I rayed and crowned , miss NO queenly state until the summer wane , Of The hours ﬂit by !none knoweth my bliss, And none has guessed my pain

I follow one above , I r Of I t ack the shadow his steps , grow M ost like to him I love

Of all that shines below . D G EE E ORA R NW LL.

f FL O IVE RS OF III /D D LE S UM M E R .

’ H ER E S ﬂowers for you, H ot a lavender, mints , savory , marjor m !

The marigold that goes to bed with the sun , And with him rises weeping !th ese are ﬂowe rs

Of middle summer. WILLIAM S HAK ES PEAR E ’

T/ze Wi nter s Tale . TH AN /(S FOR A S UM M E R ’S D A Y:

TH A N KS FOR A S UM M E R ’S D A

TH E time so tranquil is and clear,

That nowhere shall ye ﬁnd , S ave on a high and barren hill , n Of A air passing wind .

All trees and simples , great and small ,

That balmy leaf do bear,

Than they were painted on a wall ,

N O more they move or stir .

The ships becalmed upon the seas, H ang up their sails to dry

The herds beneath the leafy trees, A mong the ﬂowers they lie .

G r reat is the calm , for eve ywhere The Wind is settl ing down

The smoke goes upright in the air,

From every tower and town .

W hat pleasure , then , to walk and see , A long a river clear, The perfect form of every tree Within the deep appe ar

The bells and circles on the waves, From leaping Of the t rout ! The salmon from their creels and caves

Come gliding in and out . 1 A ay FE R/V LE A 4 m F. 0 sure it were a seemly thing, W hile all is still and calm , God The praise of to play and sing, With trumpet and with shal m !

All l aborers draw home at even , And can to others say, Thanks to the gracious God Of H e aven ” Wh o sent this summer day . ALExANDER H UM E.

A 02 Y FE RN L A 7 E F.

' ’ M ors aurem vellens V rte ai t V , et/ , em o.

WH TE I feet in the fairy fern ,

!uick wings in a ch rysolite sky, And an amethyst lamp in the west to burn , When the cool dusk hours for which love rs yearn P ass in sweet silence by Over summer seas Thou bringest these H ither, July .

Stern hours have the merciless Fate s P lotted for all who die ’ But R looking down upon ichmond s aits , W here the merles sing low to their amorous mates, Wh o cares to ask the m why ! ay D A W I 70 N N G. I 5

W ’ Wi t e ll have , love , wine , Ere thy days divine W ither, July .

Of For the blossom youth must fade , And the vigor Of life must ﬂy !

Ye t - r to day is ours with its Odo ous shade , And the loving eyes which soon betrayed D reams in the heart that lie . S ’ wift life s stream ﬂows , Butalas !who knows W hither, July . M E ORTIM R COLLINS .

01 Y A N 7 D W I N G .

WE r left the city, street and squa e , W ith lamp lights glimmering through and through , An d turned us toward the suburb , where ,

r Full from the east , the f esh wind blew .

One cloud stood overhead the sun ,

A r Of glo ious trail dome and Spire ,

The l ast star ﬂickered , and was gone ! n The ﬁrst lark led the mor ing choir .

We t was the grass beneath our tread , Thick - dewed the bramble by the way !

The lichen had a lovel ier red ,

e lde rﬂowe r The a fairer grey . 16 01. Y D A W 7 IVIIVG.

And there was silence on the lan d , S ’ ave when , from out the city s fold , Stricken by time ’s re morseless wand A bell across the morning tolled !

The beeches sighed through all thei r boughs , The gusty pennons of the pine S wayed in a melancholy drowse , But with a motion s te rnly ﬁne .

One sub gable , full against the , Flooded the garden Space beneath W ith spices , sweet as cinnamon ,

From all its honeysuckled bre ath .

Then cre w the cock s from echoing farms , ch i mne to s The y p were plumed with smoke , c

The windmill shook its slanted arms, ! The sun was up , the country woke

And voices sounded mid the tree s f O orchards red with burning leaves , B y thick hives sent ineled by bees , From ﬁelds which p romised tented sheaves !

Till the day waxed into exce ss , And on the misty rounding grey, One w vast, fantastic ilderness , f L The glowing roofs O ondon lay . I A M I D S UM M E R S ON G. 7

A M I D S UM M E R S OIVG.

’ ER S O FAT H gone to market town , he was up before

the day, ’ An d r Jamie s afte robins , and the man is making hay, And whistling down the hollow goes the boy that

minds the mill , While mother from the kitchen door is calling with w a ill , Polly Polly The cows are in the corn ! ’ ” Oh where s Polly !

From all the misty morning there comes a summer

sound , A murmur as of waters from skies and t rees and

ground .

r The bi ds they sing upon the wing , the pigeons bill

and coo , An d over hill and hollow rings again the loud

h allOO

Polly ! Polly The cows are in the corn ! ’ ” Oh where s P olly !

’ Above the trees the honey- b e e s swarm by with buzz

and boom , An d in the ﬁeld an d garden a thousand blossoms

bloom . ’ Within the farmer s meadow a brown - eyed daisy

blows , An d down at the edge Of the hollow a red and thorny o r se . E R E VE 1 8 WH E N S UM M N S OFTL Y D IES .

ButPolly Polly The cows are in the corn Oh where ’s Polly !

H ow strange at such a time Of day the mill should stop its clatter ! The farmer ’s wife is listening now and wonders ’ what s the matter . Oh Wild the birds are singing in the wood and on

the hill , While whistling up the hollow goes the boy that

minds the mill . ButPolly Polly The cows are in the corn ! Oh where ’s Polly ! R D W D E ICHAR ATSON GIL R.

WH E N S UM M E R E VE N S OFTL Y

W E H N summer even softly dies , W hen su mmer winds are free , A thousand l amps , a thousand eyes , Shall glimmer in the sea : 0 w look , how l arge , behind , belo , The lucid creatures gl ance and glow ! They strew with soft and ﬁe ry foam

H er r streaming way f om home to home .

FR ED ERIC WILLIAM H EN RY MY ER S .

01. 20 7 Y.

M any a mournful tale Of Old H eart- sick love to thee hath told Gathering from thy golden bough

Leaves to cool his burning brow . W ! illow, sighing willow

M any a swan - l ike song to thee H ! ath been sung , thou gentle tree M any a lute its l ast lament Down thy moonlight stream h ath sent W ! illow, sighing willow

! Therefore , wave and murmur on S ff igh for sweet a ections gone , And for tuneful voices ﬂed , And for love , whose heart hath bled , E ! ver, willow, willow F E B E M RS . H ELICIA DOROTH A [ ROWN ] EMANS .

H OT July thereafter rages,

Do - g star smitten , wild with heat !

Fierce as pard the hunter cages , H o tJuly thereafter rages . Trafﬁc now no more engages !

Tongues are still in stall and street .

H EN RY AUSTIN DO B SON , as u o l ontns Tllo M ! e f th e A . H IVM E R 0 TH E S UM'IVE T E S U , R . 2 I

A a r D A w Y.

- DAY To the sun has steadfast been and clear.

NO r Of wind has ma red the spell hushful heat, But , with the twilight , comes a rush and beat

Of - ghost like wings !the sky turns grey and drear,

are r The trees stricken with a sudden fea .

0 r sa e th wind fo lorn , that y nothing sweet, With what foreboding message dost thou greet The dearest month but one of all the year ! Ah I , now it seems catch the moan of seas W o Of h se boundaries are pale regions dismay, Where sad- eyed people wander without ease I see in thought that lamentable array, And su rely hear about the dying day

R r ecorded dooms and mou nful prophecies . P P B E M HILI OURK ARSTON.

E R E S III E R TH E S UM J I , 0 TH UM .

TH E S 0 S ! ummer, the ummer Wh o does not know it well ! W hen the ringdoves coo the long day through , And the be e reﬁlls his cell . W Of hen the swish the mower is heard at morn , And we all in the woods go roaming,

And r waiting is over, and love is bo n , An d shy lips meet in the gloaming ! I n S S ! the ummer, ripening ummer

ALFR ED AUSTIN . 2 A ‘ UL E R 2 _7 Y S EN AD E .

A UL Y S E R E N A D E y .

DO W N by the mill , down by the mill ,

Through all the summer hours, There they grew and grew and grew R e d and white and purple and blue, M ! y beautiful , be autiful ﬂowers D t e l own by h wate r, bright and stil Se t like sentinels round the mill , M ! y beautiful , beautiful ﬂowers

There they grew and there they stood

Together, two and two ! An d h ad Of some hearts l ike a drop blood, And some like a drop of dew ! D own by the mill , down by the mill ,

Through all the summer hours,

There they swung and there they swayed, Like spots Of sunsh i ne over the shade ! An d over the waters , cold and still , M ﬂUwe rs ! y beautiful , beautiful

O to see them bloom and blush Was the sweete st show Of shows !

- The daisy unde r the lilac bush , And the violet by the rose ! D own by the mill , down by the mill ,

Through all the summer hours, S low ome so high and some so , But all as fair as fair can grow, o 2 S UM M E R N ON . 3

D r own by the water, b ight and still , M f ! y beautiful , beauti ul ﬂowers

0 Of the little maid the mill ,

That dazzle s and deceives, W f ith a head as bright as the da fodil , And a hand like the lily leaves , Sh e it is that makes them grow Th rough all the summer hours ! w h They it cloaks of speckled dyes ,

And they with hoods about their eyes . M eek and modest and high and low ! Sh e can tell , if tell she will , Wh y they dazzle down by the mill, M y beautiful , beautiful ﬂowers

ALICE C ARY. ’ L over s D za r A y.

S UM J!E R xVOO/V.

O E R i A T H spir t , thou dost love a windless sky, An d the deep silence of the heated noon , W hen little breezes scarce go wandering by, ' ’ And i summer s spell has charmed the rob n s tune .

G reat potency Of N ature now has thrilled Into the ﬁbres Of thy languid frame

M r and agora and poppy , twice distilled , R ise like a vapor to thy drowsy brain . M M E R oo 2 4 S U N N .

When tired mowers seek a friendly shade Off to the tumbled meadows thou dost hie ! n O clover pillows leans thy heavy head , An d li pe rfumes steal from where the windrows e.

A burning haze has veiled the grassy land ’ The sun s remorseless tides are pou ring down ! A n aked blade whirled in a mighty hand

Flashes the jewel s of thy queenly crown .

The laden bee drones in thy h eedless ear ! t The cicada sings , loving well the hea !

The priestly cricket, though none heed or hear,

H i B enedi etus s chants amid the wheat .

NO leaﬂet trembles on the tangled hedge , The fe rn droops hidden in its mossy nook ! A ’ dragon s breath has scorched the plumy sedge , ’ And e en the wild rose faints beside the brook .

NOW - a shadows gather on broad bre sted h ills , Where the dim pines and feathered larches lean ! And dewy evening freshness soft distill s s From hidden depths, and from the noiseles

stream .

A i and k Off th r se , earth spirit , sha e y swoon , Drunk with the sunshine as with fervid wino ! A i , r se and free thee from the heated noon , And in thy locks bind rose and eglantine S UM /”E R RII D N I GH T 2 5

See where she moves across the meadow plain , With waving robe that freshens all the ﬂowers A Of sense of dew, a breath tender rain , Brings thoughts Of sea wind and of d ropping

showers .

A r bout her steps the little breezes cu l , And ﬂe d e li n s g g try their new, untutored wings !

I n r ai y dance the swallows skim and whirl , And S h the y evening songster sweetly sings . A G L ED U USTA ARN .

M M E R I D N I S U M GH T.

FAR heard , and faintly, over wood and hill , Twelve slow vibrations from the village ch ime

R uﬂle r Oh r r the g acious calm . , a e the skill That gave so sweet a voice to iron Time !

The airs are gentle as the breath of sleep ! Of They are no more than winged souls ﬂowers, L ured forth by night from hedgy coverts deep ,

W r r here d owsily they shunned the gla ing hours .

Now The moon is up . this were time to see All delicate shy things that haunt the wood

- m The mild eyed fauns , the nymphs of strea t ree

King Oberon and all his fairy brood . 2 6 S UM ME R M wN /of/z :

Now from the folded curtain of each ﬂower S mall visages should peer upon the moon , To note if it be yet the charmed hour

To trace the ring and chant the magic rune . W hat low, delicious sound was that far borne From the Obscure recesses of the glen ! Was Of e lf m it the fanfare an horn , Or restless bird that trilled and slept again !

’ Is r that the b ook s bland gurgle in the sedge ,

’ O r l - i osi ere d stre am f ag wreathed na ads by the ,

L r r aving thei white l imbs f om the oozy edge , Or diving where the minnows dart and gleam !

There is a rustle in the thicket screen

Is it a frightened hare that starts and ﬂies , O r stealthy - footed faun that pe e rs between The interwoven vines with shy surmise !

’ Twere hardly a su rp rise if from the shades Pan w came , and , marshalling his merry cre , P i n iped to their dancing the moonlit glades, oo Timing with horny h f and wild halloo .

O Of D for the fervor a oric prayer, A R D u unic spell , or secret r id rite , To call the forest- haunte rs from their lair And charm the e lﬁn companies to sight !

Pan r For sits in some beechen coppice nea , Throned on the tu rf amongst his bearded b rood !

2 8 B A CGH US .

DA CCH US .

L E I ST N to the tawny thief, H id behind the waxen leaf,

G r rowl ing at his fai y host, Bidding her with angry boast Fill his cup with wine distilled From the dew that dawn has spilled ! Stored away in golden casks I s the precious draught he asks .

Wh o who makes this mimic I n this m imic meadow inn , S h ings in suc a drowsy note , W ears a golded belted coat , Loite rs in the dainty room Of this tavern of perfume ! Dares to linger at the cup ! Till the yellow sun is up

’ B n acchus , tis , come back agai To the busy haunts Of men G arlanded and gayly dressed , Bands Of gold about his breast ! S traying from his paradise , H aving pinions angel - wise ” ‘ I is the honeybee who goes Reveling within a rose

' ‘ FRAN K D E M PS I ER S H E RMAN. — 2 TH E H UM B LE B E E . 9

— TH E H U rl/B L E B E E .

B R - U LY , dozing humble bee ,

r for Whe e thou art is clime me .

Le t P R the m sail for orto ique , Far- off heats th ro ugh seas to seek ! I will follow thee alone , Thou animated torrid- zone

Z r igzag steerer, desert chee er, Le tme chase thy waving lines !

Keep me nearer, me thy hearer,

r S inging over sh ubs and vines .

’ H otmidsummer s petted crone Sweet to me thy drowsy tone

Of Tells countless sunny hours , L Of ong days , and solid banks ﬂowers ! Of gu lfs Of swee tness without bound I n Indian wilde rnesse s found !

Of S r r yrian peace , immo tal leisu e ,

r - Firmest cheer, and bi d like ple asure . Aught unsavory or unclean H ath my insect never seen But violets and bilberry bells,

M - daffode ls aple sap and ,

G r h alfm ast ass with green ﬂag high , S uccory to match the sky,

Columbine with horn of honey, S cented fern and agrimony, ’ catch ﬂ Clover, y, adder s tongue And — brier roses, dwelt among ! 3O 5' s

All n beside was u known waste, All was picture as he passed.

W iser far th an human seer, Yellow—breeched philosopher ! S eeing only what is fair, S w ipping on ly hat is sweet,

Thou dost mock at fate and care , w Leave the chaff and take the heat . When the ﬁe rce n orthwestern blast f Cools se a and land so far and ast , Thou already slumb e re stdeep ! Woe and want thou canst outsleep W ant and woe which torture us,

Thy sleep makes ridiculous .

RALP H WALDO EM ERSON .

’ R n o FA I was the mor t day, the blossom s scent

Floated across the fresh grass , and the bees W ith low vexed song from rose to lily went, A w gentle ind was in the heavy trees, And thine eyes shone with joyous mem ories ! mom Fair was the early , and fair wert thou , And I — Ah ! was happy, , be happy now

P and w eace content ithout us , love with in

That hour there was, now thunder and wild rain , I D M S UM M E R . 3 I

H ave wrapped the cowering world , and foolish sin , And nameless pride , h ave made us wise in vain ! Ah ! m om , love although the shall come again , An d ne w on rosebuds the new sun shall smile , Can we regain what we have lost meanwhile

’ E e n Of now the west grows clear storm and threat, Butmidst the lightning did the fair sun die Ah ! he shall rise again for ages yet, H e I cannot waste his life but thou and , Wh o knows if next morn this fel icity M y lips may feel , or if thou still shalt l ive This seal Of love renewed once more to give ! W ILLIAM M ORRIS .

T/t rt/z l P arad zse e E a y .

AROUN D this lovely valley rise f P The purple hills O aradise .

Oh ou , softly on y banks of haze H e r rosy face the Summer lays

B ecalmed along the azure sky, Of The argosies cloudland lie , W hose shores , with many a shining rift ,

- Far Off their pearl white peaks upl ift .

Through all the long midsummer day

The meadow sides are sweet with hay . I D 3 2 M S UM M E R.

I seek the coolest sheltered seat

Just where the ﬁeld and forest meet,

\Vh e re grow the pine trees tal l and bland ,

The ancient oaks austere and grand , An d fringy roots and pebbles fret

Of v The ripples the ri ulet .

I watch the mowers as they go

- Through the tall grass , a white sleeved row ! W ith even stroke the ir scythes they swing, I n tune their merry whetstones ring ! Behind the nimble youngsters run An d toss the thick swaths in the sun !

w warm and The cattle graze ! hile , still ,

S r lopes the broad pastu e , basks the hill ,

And r bright , when summer b eezes break ,

The green wheat crinkles like a lake .

The butterﬂy and humble - bee Come to the pleasant woods with me !

!uickly before me runs the quail ,

The chickens skulk behind the rail , H igh up the lone wood pigeon sits ,

n e ek A d the woodpecker p s and ﬂits . S weet woodland music sinks and swells ,

The brooklet rings its tinkling bells ,

The swarming in sects drone and hum ,

r The partridge beats his throbbing d um .

rr The squi el leaps among the boughs ,

And chatters in his leafy house . GA TH E RE D R OSE S . 33

! The oriole ﬂashes by !and , look Into the mirror Of the brook

r Where the vain bluebird t ims his coat,

Two tiny feathers fall and ﬂoat .

As silently, as tenderly , Of The dawn peace descends on me . Oh ! I , this is peace have no nee d Of Of friend to talk , book to read A dear Companion he re abides ! Close to my thrilling heart H e hides ! The holy silence is H i s V oice :

I . lie and listen , and rejoice T E B JOHN OWNS N D TROW RI DG E.

GA TH E R E D R OS E S .

O r N LY a bee made p isoner, Caught in a gathered rose ’ Was r he not wa e , a ﬂower so fair For the ﬁrst gatherer grows !

O nly a heart made prisoner, Going out free no more ’ Was not he ware , a face so fair M ust have been gathered before ! F W B RANCIS ILLIAM O U RD IL LON . A L OS T M ORNIN G.

A L OS T M ORN I N G .

(M I DSUM M ER !

’ OH foolish world ! The writer s necroman cy At times is powerless on the restive pen , And the blank page reﬂects the lagging fancy,

Which has no message then .

The honest schoolboy, of h is cricket dreaming, ’ Could trace no ruder ﬁgures o er the slate ,

Than those which yield my brain , with nothing

teeming,

Outlet articulate .

M Of - y tale work , in well considered order, Lies fair before me on the laden desk ! But nothing in me speaks , save dreams that border

The grave with the grotesque .

Plans jotted down for many- sided labor

I m - nvite in turn fro various pigeon holes, W o here the next Story has some play for neighb r, S tocked with imagined souls .

’ Ye t O e r spite of will , which men make such pothe r, I cannot call one spirit from the deep , W all here the thoughts, which crowded each on

other, L ike ve ry M erlin sleep .

36 TH E S UM M E R S TORM

’ And h O e Of t , past the p cul ured man s forgiving, “ ” e rdidi Thus die m p .

SO I have writ lines that begin and end not, ’ An idle morning s thriftless castaway !

For whence they came , and whither tend or tend not, ’ Critic ! tis thine to say . V H E RMAN C HARL ES M ERI ALE.

TH E S UIII AI E R S TORAI .

I N a scurry of clouds S udden day fell , What ho !ye swallows ! ll A is not well .

With broke n ﬂights

They wheel through the sky, And sea gulls , wailing,

O G hurrying by .

U p to the bars t The cat le fare , An d cri es from the sheep- cote

Fill all the air.

’ O e r the frightened se a

- The storm cloud leaps , And its shadow behind

Like a garment sweeps . TH E FIRS T CRI CKE 7: 37

The slant rain beats

The sea into froth, The hoarse winds have left

Their home in the north .

H igh over the beach

B - lows white foam sleet, O n grey rock- walls

The green tides be a t.

n The reef is drow ed, Boone Light is wiped out ! ” I tcomes !it comes !

- The women folk shout.

N OW all is blotted ,

The world is no more , But water, and wind , ’ nd A the sea s uproar. GE GE W G OR ASHIN TON WRI G HT H OU G HTON .

TH E FI R S T R KE C I C T.

AH me is it then true that the year has waxed unto

waning, And that SO soon must remain nothing but lapse

and decay, 3 8 THE FI RS T CRI CKE T

E Of arliest cricket, that out the midsummer mid

night complaining, All the faint summer in me takest with subtle dis m ay

Though thou bringest no dream of frost to the ﬂow

ers that slumber, th Though no tree for its leaves , doomed of y

voice , maketh moan ,

’ Yetwith the unconscious earth s boded evil my soul dost thou cumber ’ And in the year s lost youth makest me still lose

my own .

A D nswerest thou , th at when nights of ecember are

blackest and bleakest, And when the fervid grate feigns me a M ay in my

room , And by my hearthstone gay, as now sad in my gar cre akest den , thou ,

- Thou wil t again give me all , dew and fragrance and bloom !

a ! I N y, l ittle poet full many a cricket have that is

Willing, If I but take him down out Of his place on my

Shelf, M e blither lays to Sing than the blithest known to

thy shrilling , Of M a Full rapture of life , y, morn , hope , and , himself yUL Y. 39

Leaving me only the sadder !for never one of my singers

L r u es back the bee to his feast, calls back the

bird to his tree . H ast thou no art can make me believe , while the

summer yet lingers, Better than bloom that has been red leaf and sere that must be W D E H ILLIAM AN OW E LLS .

’ T H E summer noon , than midnight s self more still , L Of ies like a weight sleep upon the world . The standards Of the clouds are drooped and fu rled U w nmoving, and the sunbeam hath no ill

W r r D ith st eam or g ove to play . eep musings ﬁll H i s soul , who all alone in some vast wood L ooks out upon the beaming solitude , L istening for any sound of bird or rill , I n w vain . Come , evening, ith thy blest alloy ’ Of r f eshness, and day s dazzling wrongs repair .

Come , like contentment after too much j oy ! I mage of all our state can safely bear, P eace , and the ﬁner forms of pleasure coy, 0 come , with dew, with moonl ight , and sweet air . C E H E T E HAUNC Y AR OWNSH N D. TH E D O VE S A T M E N D OIV.

' TH E D M E I VD O VE S A T OIV.

“ ” COO ! ! A coo coo says rne, M Calling the doves at endon .

U - l Sh e nder the vine c ad porch stands, A gentle maiden with wil ling hands ,

D r r ropping the g ains of yellow co n . Low and soft, like a mellow horn , W hile the sunshine over her falls , Over and over S h e calls and calls “ ” C OO !c oo !coo ! to the doves M The happy doves at endon .

” ! !c oo ! A Coo coo says rne, M Calling the doves at endon .

W Of s ith a rush and a whirr Shining wing , — They hear and Obey , the dainty things ! D un w and purple , and sno y wh ite , r Clouded g ey, like the soft twilight , S traight as an arrow shot from a bow, W heeling and circling high and low, Down they ﬂy from th e slanting roof f M O the Old red barn at endon .

COO ! ! ! A coo coo says rn e, Calling the doves at M endon !

Baby Alice with wide blue eyes W atches them ever with new surprise , D M E D TH E O VE S A T N OIV. 4 1

While she and Wag on the mat together

Joy in the soft midsummer weather . H r ithe and thither she sees them ﬂy, G rey and white on the azure sky, Light and shadow against the green

Of r M the maple g ove at endon .

” COO ! ! ! A coo coo says rne, M Calling the doves at endon .

D own they ﬂutter with timid grace , L ured by the voice and the tender face , Till the evening air is al l astir

With the happy strife and the eager whirr . One by one , and two by two , And then a rush through the ether blue , While Arne scatte rs the yellow corn M For the gentle doves at endon .

” C OO ! ! ! A coo coo says rne, Calling the doves at M endon !

They hop on the porch where the baby sits , ﬂits They come and go , as a Shadow , N ow here , now there , While in and out They crowd and jostle each other about !

Till one grown bolde r than all the rest,

A - snow white dove with an arching breast, Softly lights on her outst retched hand U M nder the vines at endon . 42 AM I D TH E WH E A 7:

” CO O ! ! ! A coo coo says rne, Calling the doves at M endon !

A w sound , a motion , a ﬂ ash of ings m Of They are gone , l ike a drea heavenly things

The dove s have ﬂown and the porch is still ,

An d the shadows gather on vale and hill . Then sinks the sun and the tremulous breeze Stirs in the tremulous maple trees ! While love and peace as the n ight comes

down , Brood over quiet M endon

C E R P E D . M RS . JULIA AROLI N [ I L Y] ORR

A lli /D TH E WH E A T.

A D M I the whe at, amid the wheat , Atmorn the sturdy gle aners greet What t ime the meadow- lark upsprings

On . buoyant Wings , and soars and sings The reapers whet the ir scythes in tune

Till dies the sunlit afte rnoon , Then homeward thread the l aneways through W here grasses gleam with shimmering dew, While birds their vesper songs repeat A mid the wheat, amid the wheat .

A mid the whe at , amid the wheat, The poppies ﬁnd a Shy retreat

E R D A 44 A S UM M V.

The sun , midway upon his tireless march , ’ E n yes l a guidly the green e arth s sleepy face , But the fond sky, with arms in dreamy arch, i n Stoops down to take her its soft e mbrace .

' Lo lying yonder in an azure swoon , W here earth and sky in misty outlines merge ,

I r see the narrow, cu ved , white summer moon , P ’ ale and uncertain , o er yon western verge .

Dim - off is the circuit of the far hills,

From whose light crests the thin , blue forests fail I n distance , and beyond the sunlight ﬁlls ’ The wh ite - winged clouds that o er the heavens

sail .

w The yearning illow bends each leafy Spray, An d softly dips it in the sliding wave ! An d ou r on y pebbly m arge , ac oss the way ,

Two little wrens their soft, brown pinions lave .

A slumberous Silence steeps the summer noon , S ’ ave the cicada s piping , shrill and long, ’ And now and then a hautboy s drowsy tune , In ﬁtful f Ol snatches O an d love song .

0 O f day dreams , thou art not wholly lost ! W hen winte r winds Shall wax through sleety rain , An d f all the ﬂowers l ie dead beneath the rost, ’ n I I memory shall live thee o er again . E BE JAM S NJAM IN KENYON . I N L 7U Y. 45

A RA I N Y S UM M E R .

TH I S year we had no time for commune sweet, With Spires of snowy chestnut overhead !

I Wi lying, th the bluebells , at your feet,

As Old- I from an world book , mayhap , read Some tale of knigh tly prowess for fair dame ! For scarcely had I smoothed the pages — S O

And looked for inspiration in your eyes ,

And 10 sighed , and sought your little hand , when , , W ildly the winds of heaven began to blow, And all alarmed and ﬂuttering you ﬂed , W ith waving of white garments to and fro , Whilst from the jealous unrelenting Skies

The inevitable July downpour came , or I N left me time to say what had said .

M RS . M M ONTG OM ERI E L B S G E ARY [ AM ] IN L TON .

T H E o hot sun st oped , his eager thirst to slake ! I trembled for the trembling l ittle lake .

I thought to see it shrivel in his clutch But10! it bloomed with lilies at his touch .

Fear not , sweet saint, by joy to be undone ! P o eace comes with j y, like lilies with the sun .

M RS . ALICE MARLAN D [WELLIN G TON] R OLLINS . D W W R O S IE TO IV.

D R O IV S I E TO WM

0so drowsy ! In a daze S weating mid the golden haze , With its srn i thy like an eye G laring bloodshot at the sky, And its one white row of street

Carpeted so green and sweet , And the loungers smoking stil l Over gate and window- sill N othing coming , nothing going,

L r ocusts g ating , one cock crowing, n Few thi gs moving up or down ,

All D rowsi e town ! things drowsy,

th e l Through ﬁe ds with Sleepy gle am , D rowsy , drowsy , steal s the stream , Touching with its azure arm s U pland ﬁelds and peaceful farms , Gliding with a twilight tide Whe re the dark elms shade its side !

Twining, pausing sweet and bright Whe re the lilies sail SO white ! Winding i n its sedgy h air M eadow- sweet and iris fair ! H umming as it hies along M onotones Of sleepy song !

D - eep and dimpled , bright nut brown , D rowsietown Flowing into . M I D S UM M E R . 47

H ark !with drowsy deep refrain , I n the distance rolls a wain !

As its dull sound strikes the ear, Other kindred sounds grow Clear — Drowsy all the soft breeze blowing, L ocusts grating, one cock crowing, Cries like voices in a d ream

Far away amid the gleam , Then the wagons rumbl ing down w i e wn Through the l anes to Dro s to .

ROB E RT BUCHANAN .

W/z zte R ose an d R ed.

W ER E H poppies, dusky red , Nod sleepily beside the garden wall ,

H r eavy with damp night dews , wei d shadows ‘ ’ r e rh e ad F om charmed boughs O .

D istinct each separate leaf, And set in golden - black against the deep

D r a k amber sky, where twilight still doth keep H e r vigils all too brief .

The breeze forgets to play ,

And r still it is , as if indeed each t ee H eld all its l ittle hands out wam i ngly b ld TO the winds away . G E RTRU DE ALG ER . FI R E FLI E S .

FI RE FL I E S .

ON the warm and pe rfumed dark ’ G ﬁre ﬂ s lows the y tender spark .

Copse , and dell and lonesome plain Of Catch the drops l ambent rain . Scattered swarms are snarled among B oughs where thrushes brood the ir young . Little cups of daisies hold

Tapers that illume their gold . Se e !they light their ﬂoating lamps W here the katydid encamps , G lint the ripples soft and cool

On - the grassy cinctured pool ,

P - oise where blood red roses burn , And rills creep unde r drooping fern , eave inconstant spangles through V ines that drip with fragrant dew, And mid clumps Of dusky pine

I n the mournful silence shine . They Cling to tufts of the morass ! The meadow l ilies feel the m pass ! They deck the turf about the fee t Of lovers hid in shadows sweet, And m round the musing poet , gle a

Like scintillations of his dream .

0winged spark !effulgent mite Live atom Of the Inﬁnite !

Thou doest what for thee is done ,

I n thy place faithful as the sun . H E RA T G SS WORLD . 49

’ Love s highest law compels thy heart ! All that thou hast thou dost impart ! Thy life is lighted at its core

Sages and saints achieve no more . H N E ORATIO LSON POW E RS .

TH E GRA S S WORLD .

OH , life is rife in the heart of the year, When midsumme r suns sail high ! And of under the Shadow Spike and spear, I n the depth of the daisy sky,

’ There s a life unknown to the careless glance !

And r under the stillness an airy p ance , And slender, jointed things astir, And gossamer wings in a sunny whirr, And Of a world work and dance .

S h oft in its t robbing, the conscious green Demurely answers the breeze ! W u hile down in its tangle , in rioto s sheen, The hoppers are bending their knees ! And only a beetle , or lumbering ant,

AS r he pushes a feathe ry sp ay aslant, O r c the sudden lip of a foraging bird , W Of ith vibrant trail the Clover stirred , D iscovers the secret haunt .

M RS . M M P E D ARY [ A S] ODG E. 50 A S UM M ER N I GH T!

[ I V TH E H A M NI OCK.

TH ER E is a tremor in the windless air That scarce may stir the leaves above my head ! The weari ness of sunlight lies like lead

O n - r Of the gold g een grasses , and the glare Of sca rlet ﬂowers burns all the ﬂowe r- beds bare Some of that blinding splendor of sheer red ! And I n methinks am livi g and not dead , ut B othe r life there seems not anywhere . Ye tsomewhere surely are the mighty throngs Of those that toil and sorrow and are wise M ore than my thought can ever understand ! Less seem they than the least of dreamy songs In the shut book of songs unread that lies U nder the hammock , fallen from my hand . A R ED RTHUR E R OPES.

A S UM M E R N I GH T.

’ Now was come the summer night s mid- hour The great high moon that lit the rippling sea ’Twixt the thin l inden trees shone doubtfully U pon the dim grey garden !the sea breeze Stooped down on the pleached alleys !the tall tree s

Over the long roofs moved their whispering leaves,

Nor woke the dusky swifts beneath the e aves .

WILLIAM M ORRI S . o Tli e E ar t/i ly P ar ad i se (B eller op/zon atArg s!.

2 All D S UIl/AIE R D A W 5 N .

M I D S UAI M E R D A W /V.

W E r H I L the wei d , White midnight creepeth Awake and quiet and sad to l ie !

Then , when the midsummer sun is set

To sleep awhile , and forget .

TO wake again at the hour of terror,

And O f writhe in the grasp a deathless error,

And the Of shrink on brink of an oce an loss , D o o med , so it seemeth , to cross .

I v nvisible foes in ain defying,

To ﬁght and fall , and , helpless lying,

To wonde r why, if the hour be small , I tis light again on the wall !

For the moon is down . To look , and , lo , All over the land what a solemn glow ! L Of rO he ti c ike that the strange p p year,

A r time not da k , not Clear,

h O e Butfull of peace and tremulous p . m e There is the stately , wooded p There is the head of the mountain Old O utl in ed on palest gold ,

A Of myste ry , hope in the hour gloaming, Surely a luminous change is coming ! Vi ! Shadows and ligh t and rgina dew, And all things pure an d new ! FR OM D A WN TO B US /C 53

And ! what is yon dulcet note , and shrill th e Of Can it be new song the whippoorwill ,

Till the day dawn and the shadows ﬂee , Now will I wait for thee

Ye a I n , this is day . the hyaline he aven ,

D r oth shine a Sign of the dark fo given , ’ M id the tender glow o er the mount afar ! I will give him the morning star . H E P E ARRI T R STON.

I V T FR OM D A W O D US K.

S L EN D ER strips Of crimson Sky N ear the dim horizon lie , Shot across with golden bars Reaching to the falling stars ! Soft the balmy west wind blows Wide the portal s Of the rose !

S w ﬁr mell of de y pine and , Lisping leaves and vines astir ! On the borders Of the dark G ayly Sings the meadow lark , Bidding all the birds assemble

H r a k , the welkin seems to tremble Suddenly the sunny gleams

B - l reak the poppy ettered dreams , D Of Pan w reams , ith two feet cloven , P iping to the nymph and faun ,

Wh o r Of , with w eaths ivy woven , N imbly dance to greet the dawn . 54 IN S UM M E R E VE .

S hifting shadows , indisti nct, L eaves and branches crossed and l inked,

r Cling like Child en , and e mbrace ,

’ r F ightened at the moon s pale face . I n the gloomy wood begins Noise Of insect violins ! Swarms of fireflies flash their lamps I n their atmospheric camps , An d the sad - voiced whippoorwill E choes back from hill to hill , Liquid clear above the cricke ts

Chirping in the thorny thickets . W eary eyelids , eyes that weep, Wait the magic touch of sleep ! W hile the dew, in Silence falling,

Fills the air with scent of musk ,

And - this lonely night bird , call ing, D rops a note down through the dusk . F D E P E RANK M ST R SH ERMAN .

I N S UMM E R E VE .

P ERC H A N CE the evening win d awakes

W ash ith sudden tumult , and the bowe ry G ’ oes storming o er the golden moon , whose ﬂash Fills and reﬁlls its breezy gaps and breaks !

The weeping willow at her neighbor ﬂoats ,

And busy rustlings stir the wheat and oats .

- CHARLES TENNYSON TURN E R . n n S o et1 93 . D I L COUN T N O T GOL GA N I N II O T 7U Y. 55

CO UN T N O T G OLD GA I N I N H OT yUL Y.

B E ( A LLA D . !

H E ED AT , forespent, in hot July, i Come , leave , dul l souls , your desks and ga ns !

The windward sails are ﬂapping nigh , Wh o listeth ease may have , for pains .

Come where the beckoning ripples run , W cr here is nor rage , nor hue , nor y!

White sails Shall swell and fend the sun .

Count not gold gain in hot July .

r Come to the hills f om hot July ,

r The hills that b eathe the willing north , W W ’ here pines feel not the south ind s sigh , Bu B a ttoss to ore s stalking forth . There is nor feverish rush nor crowd Of men gone mad for gold to try !

N r Kind ature the e repeats aloud , “ Count not gold gain in hot July .

H In eated , forespent hot July, Seek where ye l i st some healing spot

M a r r y cu e the b ain , the ﬁlmy eye ! S eek where ye list , Where , gains forgot, H n earts may revive , and sweet retur

Of ! The bloom youth , ah soon gone by, S eek where ye list , so ye but learn , in Count not gold gain hot July . 701. Y.

E VO N Y .

Ye r Of law t adesmen , princes , men ,

H r c r eed yet the gentle wa ning y, NO wheat may grow from withered straw ! ” Count not gold gain in hot July . M ELV ILLE M A D I SON BI G ELO W

’ LO D S U is the ummer s busy song,

The smal lest breeze can ﬁnd a tongue , While insects Of each tiny size G w ro teasing with their melodies , Till noon burn s with its blistering breath l A stI l . round , and day lie s as death

The busy noise of man and brute I s on a sudden lost and mute E a ven the brook that le ps along, S w eems eary of its bubbling song, An d , so soft its waters creep , Tired silence S inks in sounder sleep !

The cricket on its bank is dumb ! The very ﬂ ies forget to hum ! And , save the wagon rocking round ,

The l andscape sleeps without a sound . 7UL y 57

h The breeze is stopped , the lazy boug H ath not a leaf that dance th now !

r The taller g ass upon the hill ,

' And r spide s threads , are standing still

’ r r r The feathe s, d opped from moo hen s W w ’ hich to the ater s surface cl ing,

Are steadfast , and as heavy seem As stones beneath them i n the st ream !

H awkweed and groundsel ’s fanny downs U n ruﬂle d keep their seedy crowns ! An d in the over-heated air

N ot o r one light thing is ﬂ ating the e , S ave that to the earnest eye tt The restless heat seems twi ering by .

N oon swoons beneath the heat it made ,

’ An d ﬂowers e en within the shade ! U ntil the sun slopes in the west, L ike weary traveler, glad to rest On pillowed clouds of many hues . N ’ Then ature s voice its joy renews ,

An d chequered ﬁeld and grassy plain H um with their summer songs again , A ’ requiem to the day s decl ine , Whose setting sunbeams coolly shine ! ’ As welcome to day s feeble powers

As r falling dews to thi sty ﬂowers . JOHN C LAR E H E A T- L I GII T I 58 N N G.

H E A T—LI GH TN I N G .

T H E r l and is bathed in d owsy l ight,

An d r breezes move , with d owsy sigh , From out that primrose west whe re now The long day takes so long to die

I I watch the deepening dusk , watch , W ith soul to l anguid fancies given , Night Close the starry ﬂowers On earth And Ope the ﬂowe r- like stars in heaven !

Notseen with more than transient look If random glances near it stray, H uge in the hueless e ast there hangs One Of rounded Cloud stagnant grey .

The moments pass !a rapid bat Traces black zigzags on the Sky! A beetle , bringing us his deep ’ B asso r o unao p f , j ourneys by .

D own in the dim swamp , ﬁreﬂy throngs A brilliant , soundless revel keep , As though beneath their radiant rain Another Danae slept her sleep !

The mild night grows through meadowed ways

The globing dew makes Odor sweet, And S lowly now, in that dark cloud ,

A pulse of gold begins to be at .

W S M /PI T O U ER D A YS .

It e was the selfsam grassy hill , H ow wondrously translated It seemed that gems had dropped in Showe rs , Th e hill with glory lining ! ’ w Of T as but a crowd sorrel ﬂowers , Through which the sun was sh ining !

E ach l ittle ﬂower, with ruby wings, M oved to a rhythmic measure S I h pellbound , watched the lovely t ings, As one surveys his treasure . I I I danced , sang, could not choose Butof their brightne ss borrow ! I felt as if I should not lose That joy i n any sorrow !

D I owncast , trod the selfsame way, The summer h ardly Older ! Butah !how different seemed the day

To me , a sad beholde r . NO l ight l ies on the hilltops now, NO mhsi c sti rs the grasses ! The very insects see m to know That some sad spirit passes !

I reached at last the lovely place Where late I paused in rapture ! I n I w vain gazed , with istful face , a No glow could I rec pture . II 6 r A S UM M E R TH OU G T.

The sorrel ﬂowers were growing there , Not one perhaps had vanished ! Putah the cloud of my despair Their gracious joy had banished !

- M ATILDA BARB ARA B ETHAM ED WAR D S.

A S UM M E R TH O UGH T.

I N i thy circle , pa nted ﬂower, What a wo rld of wonder l ies !

Ye t men pass thee , hour by hour, With no marvel in their eyes ! Dost thou not the beauty know ’ I n thy b right- streaked round that s dwelling ! W hen our tongues thy praises Show, I s no p ride thy bright robes swelling ! D ost thou feel no joy in living, Wantoning thus in sun and shower ! Thou canst pleasure still be giving Lies no pleasure in the power ! ’ Decked in N ature s tiring- room B y the months , in hues the brightest

O ff Flung from her magic loom ,

Thou the very air delightest,

An d r the very hou s to view thee , ’ Ere r by death thy glo y s blighted ,

Ere decay hath crept unto thee , Did they dare , would pause delighted ! A TH TH R O GH TH 6 2 TH E P U E CORN .

Ah , that men , with notele ss eyes ,

Thus to pass thee Should have power, M arveling not at al l that lies I n ! thy circle , painted ﬂower W B ILLIAM Cox ENN ETT .

TH E P A TH TH R OUGH TH E COR/V.

W V A Y and bright in the summer air, L w ike a pleasant sea hen the wind blows fair, An d its roughest breath has scarcely curled

The green highway to a distant world , S oft whispers passing from shore to shore ,

As from hearts conten t , yet desiring more , Wh o feels forlorn , Wandering thus down the p ath through the corn

A short space Since , and the dead le aves lay

r M oldering under the hedgerow g ey,

Of Nor hu m insect, nor voice of bird ,

’ O e r the desolate ﬁeld was ever he ard ! Only at e ve the pallid sno w Blushed rose - red in the red sun - glow !

Till , one blest morn ,

Shot up into life the young green corn .

Small and feeble , slender and pale ,

I tbent its head to the winter gale , ’ H a rkened the wren s soft note of cheer, H ardly believing spring was ne ar AN I N GOM P LE TE AN GL E R . 6 3

Saw Chestnuts bud out and campions blow, And daisies mimic the vanished snow W here it was born , On either side of the path through the corn .

The corn , the corn , the beautiful corn ,

R r ising wonderful , morn by mo n ’ First , scarce as high as a fairy s wand , ’ Of Then , just in reach a child s wee hand !

r Then g owing, growing, tall , brave , and strong With the voice Of new harvests in its song ! While in fond scorn

- com The lark out carols the whispering .

A r strange , sweet path , fo med day by day, H ow , when , and wherefore , we cannot say,

N0 r Of - mo e than our life paths we know, Whether our eyes shal l ever see The wheat i n the ear or the fruit on the tree ! ’ Ye t , who s forlorn H e who watered the furrows can ripen the corn .

M RS. D M INAH ARIA [M ULOCK] C RAI K .

A A N I N COM P L E TE N GLE R .

TH E fro bearded grass sways to and ,

’ As o e r the ﬁelds light zephyrs go ! ’ r The reeds nod by the river s b ink , Where birds come down to lave and drink ! 6 AN I N MP 4 CO LE TE AN GLE R.

U pon the wave the lilies ride The trailing vines dip in the tide ! And countless frogs, screened in the sedge , B ’ oom all along the water s edge . H w ere , here the shadows round me wait, I ’ll sit and cast my luring bait . Above my leafy can opy The summer clouds ﬂoat dreamily !

’ The sun , high o e r the cool , dark wood , Smiles down upon the twinkling ﬂood ! The busy insects round me hum ! The stealthy herons go and come ! A w butterﬂy, ith gorgeous wings ,

To yon tall ﬂag one moment Clings ,

w r t The n ith a sidewise wave ing fligh , R f ises and flutters out O sight . Still I my luckless victim bide I watch where frol ic sunbe ams hide Deep in the bosom of the Stream ! I see his burnished armor gleam , As round and round the te mpting fly H e r circles oft and wa ily . Why should a fish refuse to dine From such a dainty hook as mine ' w w Ah I ll ait and atch him yet . me ! H ow The day is warm . drowsily The flies d rone near ! The river flows Like sluggish Le the !I shal l doze If nature thus my senses steep — I n l anguor but I must not sleep . 6 ffl /L Y. 5

Old fellow, are you waiting ye t ! TO taSte my hook The grass is wet ! H ow now — the dew is fall ing ! No

Ye s low , in the west the sun is , An d Sh adows lie around me deep

I tmust be that I dropped asleep . O Isaak Walton honored ghost ! Didste ’er thus slumbe r at thy post ! But ! see , the fireflies round me flit I wonder if that rascal bit — smell ! The hook is gone and gone , too ’ There s nothing further left to do , But meekly wind my idle reel ,

And homeward fare with empty creel . ES E KE JAM B NJAM IN NYON .

JULY breathes hot , sallows the crispy ﬁelds,

- Curls up the wan leaves of the lilac hedge, And eve ry eve Cheats us with Show of clouds ’ That braze the horizon s western rim , or hang M otionless, with heaped canvas drooping idly, L ike a dim ﬂeet by starving men besieged,

Conjectured half , and half descried afar, H elpless of wind , and seeming to slip back A Of 0 down the smooth curve the i sea . R L E JAM ES USSELL OW LL. 66 GE D R OS .

CE D R OS .

BETW EE N the rows of yellowing corn

Our patient donkeys paced along, All in the glorious summer morn , At Cedros . Afar we saw the glimmering shine Of league on league of Sparkling brine , We breathed an ether rare and ﬁne , A tCedros .

A laughing troop Of golden hours Strewed all our sunny path with ﬂowers ’ The blackbird s song dropped down in Showers , At Cedros, And , catching up the gl adsome strain ,

We r sang , each answe ing each again , And gayly shook the bridal rein ,

AtCedros .

a That day can never come gain , Ye tstill I feel the tender pain h n That thrilled my heart wit that refrai , A tCedros . I see the sapphire se a and sky,

The yellowing ﬁelds before me l ie , I hear the j oyous melody, A tCedros .

Oh ! Oh ! , happy hour , joyous time W hen life was in its summer prime ,

8 I S M 6 N U M ER .

I N S UM M E R .

’ TH E summer s prime is come again ! The l ilies bloom ane w ! The current keeps the doubtful past D eep in its bosom blue , And low through quiet ﬁelds G rey with the falling dew .

The sheepbell tolls the curfew time !

The gnats , a busy rout , Fleck the warm air !the distant owl Shouteth a Sleepy shout

The voiceless bat , more felt than seen , I s ﬂitting round about !

’ The popl ar s leaﬂet scarcely stirs ! The river seems to think Across the dusk the lily broad Looks coolly from the brink ! ’ And knee deep in the freshet s fall ,

- The meek eyed cattle drink .

The Chafers boom the wh ite moths rise Like spirits from the ground ! re ﬂie s The g y sing their weary tune ,

A - d istant , dream l ike sound !

An d Off far, far , in the slumberous eve , Ba h ye t a restless hound .

COVENTRY KEARSEY D I GHTON PATMORE. M I D S M M E R I N TH E S O U T U H . 69

M I D S UM M E R I N TH E S O UTH .

’ I OVE L midsummer s azure deep , W hereon the huge white Clouds , asleep , ‘ Scarce move th rough lengths Of tranced hours S ome , raised in forms of giant towers D B umb abels , with ethereal stairs Scaling the vast height unawares W hat mocking spirit, ether born ,

H r ath built those transient Spi es in scorn , And reared towards the topmost S ky Their unsubstantial fantasy ! Some st retched in tenuous arcs Of light A thwart the airy inﬁnite , r ou Far gl itte ing up y fervid dome , ’ And lapped by cloudland s misty foam , Whose wreaths of ﬁne sun—smitten spray M elt in a burn ing haze away S ’ ome throned in heaven s serenest smiles ,

P - ure hued , and cal m as fairy isles , G irt by the tides Of soundless seas ’ H The heavens benign esperides .

I u . an ds love midsummer p , free

To the bold raids of breeze and bee , W here , nested warm in yellowing grass,

I i - w r hear the sw ft inged part idge pass , W ith whirr and boom of gusty ﬂight, Across the broad he ath ’s treeless height 70 M I D S UM M ER I N TH E S OUTH:

Or - I , j ust Where , e lbow poised , lift ’ Above the wild ﬂowe r s careless drift

M - I y half Closed eye s , see and hear The blithe ﬁe ld- sparrow twittering clear !uick ditties to his tiny love W hile , from afar, the timid dove , W ith faint , voluptuous murmur , wakes

The silence of the pastoral brake s .

I love midsummer sunsets , rolled D Of own the rich west in waves gold , W ith blazing crests of billowy ﬁre . But when those crimson ﬂoods retire ,

I n - noiseless ebb , slow surging, grand , B ’ y pensive twilight s ﬂ ickering strand , I n gentler mood I love to mark The slow gradations of the dark 10! O ’ Till , from rient s mists withdrawn , ’ H ail !to the moon s resplendent dawn ! On dusky vale and h aunted plai n H e r e fﬂue nce falls l ike balmy rain ! Gaunt gulfs Of sh adow own her might ! Sh e bathes the rescued world in light, ’ S O m that , albeit my su mer s day, E rewhile did breathe its l ife away, M ’ ethinks , whate er its hours had won Of be auty born from shade and sun , H ath not perchance so wholly died , ' ’ Buto er the moonlight s sil ve ry tide

Comes back , sublimed and puriﬁed .

PAUL H AMILTON H AYN E .

2 I N M I D S M M E R 7 U .

S ometimes, as in the summer ﬁelds I walk abroad , there comes to me S O wild a sense of mystery, M y senses reel , my reason fails , I am in such strange company .

Ye t I l somewhere , dimly, can fee

The wil d confusion dwells in me , And I , in no strange company, Am ’ H i m the lost link twixt and these , An d H im touch through the mystery .

- M RS . E E F E T T E L D D E C HRISTINA CATH RIN [ RAS R Y L R] I LL.

N I D E I M S UM M R .

’ TIS sweet to l inger in the mellow grass Beside the m argin Of a lisping stre am And ﬂotillas watch the clouds in white pass , W N hile ature slumbers in a fragrant dre am , ’ TO list the robin s song so soft and sweet , L E ike ripples of an den interlude , Float down Cool woodland avenues replete

W Of ith benisons drowsy sol itude , To note the ﬁngers of the lazy breeze P lay symphon ies upon the languid ferns And on the bearded wheat wake mimic seas . With bl iss the idle dreamer dizzy turns

An d - thinks , as kine bells tinkle on his ear, ’ Ke ats s melodious Spirit wanders near . RICHAR D KEN DALL M UN KITTRICK GRASS . M I DS UM M E R N OON . 73

V M I D S UM M E R N OO/ .

’ TH E warm air trembling o er the dusty road That winds a tawny snake around the h ill ! No breeze to wake the heavy , drooping leaves, ’ r N0 sound except the locusts feeble t ill .

G a Of w y knots butterﬂies with pulsing ings, ’ That scatter at the lone wayfarer s feet !

The roadside rills with all their music ﬂed , in The long grass dead and dying the heat .

An ashen sky above the voiceless woods , A ﬂash Of waters where the boughs are thin

r The hazy mountains eaching far beyond , A farmhouse closed , and silent all within .

’ The panting cattle neath the dappled shade , Knee - deep within the silver of the Stream ! And u mine a dell beside a r stic bridge ,

W r here even love would pause awhile to d eam . ’ r M ont/Il Au st 1 H a er s u 8 . p y, g , 65

IT trembles round me like a se a ’ O e r which the south wind softly blows, D w eep green and dense and billo y ,

And r Odorous with the wild p imrose . 74 M I D S UM M E R M I D N I GH T!

cr From its dim aisles the crickets y, I n j ocund measure , long and loud , To swift- winged swallows soaring high

- a To gain the opal he rted cloud .

D eep in its hollows , dusky sweet , The bee his honeyed plunder hides ! A f bove it saf ron psyches meet, B orne down the air on perfumed tide s .

A t potent power, subtly s rong , Controls my senses as I lie m om The is eloquent with song , And earth see ms yearning toward the sky .

M f y heart is glad with li e , and yet These emerald Spears that gently wave (Alas !why can I not forget !! Will one day nod above my grave !

C LINTON SCOLLAR D .

AI I D S UIl/I II E R M I D N I GH T.

TH E wide , still , moonl it water miles away, S W tretches in lonely splendor . h ispers creep A bout us from the midnight wind , and play Among the ﬂowers that breathe so sweet in sleep !

A - soft touch sways the milk white , stately phlox, An d on its slender stem the poppy rocks .

6 M I D S M M E M ID I H 7 U R N G T.

And yet it seems some subtile link exists , We And know not how . over eve ry phase Of thought and feeling wandering as it lists , Pl aying upon us as the west wind plays

O - ver the wind harp , the subduing strain

Sweeps with resistless power of joy and pain .

Slow ebbs the golden tide and all is still . Ask the magician at whose touch awoke

That migh ty, penetrating, prisoned will ,

The m atchless voice that so divinely spoke ,

Kindling to fresher l ife the listening soul , What daring thought such ﬁre from heaven stole !

H e cannot tell us how the charm was wrought ,

Though in his hand he hold s the potent key, N or read the spell that to the sweet night brought

This crown of rapture and of mystery, And lifted eve ry heart , and drew away ll A trace of worldliness that marred the day .

Bu We teve ry head is bowed . watch the se a W ith other eyes , as if some h int of bliss S e poke to us through the y arning melody, Of gl ad new worlds , of brighter l ives than this !

W - hile stil l the milk white stately phlox waves slow, And drowsily the poppy rocks below .

LAIG HTON T E . M RS . CELIA [ ] HAXT R AFTE R TH E S UM M E R S TORM 77

L ON G S UM AI E R D A YS .

(RO N D EAU . !

LO N G summer days are my desire Re d suns, that drop as globes of ﬁre Behind the Sloped ﬁelds white with weed W arm winds , that waft the wandering seed W ith silvery plume , now low, now higher

Pale clematis that o ’er the brie r Runs with frail feet that never tire B I eside rough roads your gifts need , Long summer days

Ye t 0 ! come not , profane Ones nigher, If in your stars be seve rance di re Of dear companionship decreed

For then , alas ye were indeed , TOO far outstripping my desire , Long summer days ! H E E L N G RAY CON E.

A F E T R TH E S UM M E R S TOR I II .

FAR Off , among the norland hills,

The distant thunders rolled , Soft rain clouds dipped their fringes down A cross the evening gold . H ’ eaven s stormy dome was rent , and high Above me shone the summer sky ! 78 M EAD O W- S WE E T

E vermore serene it grew,

Fading off into the blue , Ti ll the boundless hyaline S eemed melting into depths divine, And the angels came and went ﬁrm am e nt Through the opening . I n all the glooming hollows lay A light more beautiful than day ! All the blossom bells waved slowly

’ I n the evening s golden calm , An d the hum of distant voices S ounded l ike a vesper psal m .

’ Till , dimly seen , through day s departing bloom , The far- off l amps of he aven began to ﬂing w Their tre mbling beams athwart the de y gloom , ’ As evening , on the horizon s airy ring , W innowing the darkness with her silver wing, D escended like an angel , cal m and still . M R H E E E S . P W SARAH L N [ OW R] HITMAN .

— M E A D O W S WE E T.

TH E creamy b anks of meadow- sweet A ’ long the millstre am s margin grow, Whe re honey- bees with pollened feet H um softly to and fro .

80 yUL Y.

I N S UIlI I lI E R N OOIV.

AT times a bird slides through the glossy air, ’ O e r the enameled woodlands !but no chi rp Of ’ song is heard all s dumb and panting heat . H ow ou waste and idle are y river sands ,

' Far- stretching white ! The st re am is al most shrunk D O f own to the green gleet its slippery stones, An d in it stand the cows , switching their tails, W ith circling drops , and ruminating slow.

A - hermit glutton on a sodden root ,

- an d Fish gorged , his head bill sunk to his breast,

n r The le an blue heron sta ds , and the e will stand M f otionless all the long dull a ternoon .

THOMAS AIR D . A um m er a S D y.

E TH N came July boiling l ike to ﬁre ,

That all his garments he had cast away . U pon a Lion raging yet with ire H e boldly rode , and made him to obey I twas the beast that whilom did foray

N Am h itri on ide The emean forest , till the p H i m slew, and with h is hide did him array . B and ehind his back a scythe , by his side U nder his belt he bore a sickle Circling wide . ED D S P E E MUN NS R. b e Fae r i T e !ueene . M I D S UM M ER . 8 1

M I D S UM M E R .

U PO N th e heated walls the sun shines down

Fiercely and blankly , with unsoftened rays,

S - word like above the noisy , dusty town ,

Thr ough the long summer days.

O nly this glare and bustle meet mine eye , l ’ Ti l o er the glowing west the shadows creep ,

An d h e r night leads out silent train on high ,

r Soothing the wo ld to sleep .

All day my heart has been so full of dreams , A stir of winds comes through the sult ry air !

Off Far my fancy hears a voice of Streams,

A n t/zer e d I again am .

Ah me !the coolness of those mountain woods !

’ The beauty of the wate r s crystal sheen !

- r The long a ched aisles , cathedral solitudes ,

With mossy ca rpets green .

The noise of ru nning waters everywhere ! The sound O f winds among the pine tree tops ! The wate rfalls that shower upon the air

A r rain of silver d ops .

The majesty Of those eternal hills ! D eep glens beneath , and sunshine on their copes , An d the b right rive r lying calm and still B eyond the farthest slopes . 82 A S M M E R N I GH U T.

All these have rise n up before mine eyes , And my heart stood before the m tranced dumb As one sweet voice of many melodie s

Come Called from the mountains ,

N G . EP ATHAN S H H ER D .

S E R N I A UM M GH T.

I T - is a nigh t too silve r sweet for sleep,

The stars shine softly bright , and delicate airs P w lay through my Open indow languidly, W ith summer perfume on their gentle wings ,

R - Y obbed from deep bosomed roses . onder streak Of paly gold marks where the sun went down I n burning glo ry ! and now the rising moon H alf hides her blood- red orb behind those elms w S That hisper to e ach other . ilent it is,

M th e ost Silent , save when from meadow deep

co m crake The Calls her mate , or far away A watchdog bays ! so Silent that you see m To hear the growth of all things as the de w S inks down refreshfully, and seem to feel N ’ The throb of ature s pulses , and the wings Of n Time stealthily waved with dow y beat .

: I The starlight stillness draws me must roam , Past In v still garden !past the pastu res low Breathing of meadow- swee t !up this dim lane

yUL Y I N TH E WE S T

UL V I N TH E WE 7 S T.

D AY.

A R H YT H M of reapers !a ﬂashing Of steels in the meadows !a lashing Of sheaves in the wheatlands !a glitter

Of - grain builded streets , and a twitter Of birds in a motionless sky, And that is July !

A rustle of corn—leaves !a tinkle Of b e lls on the hills !a twinkle Of sheep in the lowlands ! a bevy Of bees where the cl over is heavy ! A b ' butterﬂy blundering y, And that is July

G N I H T .

A moon - floode d prai rie a straying Of leal - hearted lovers !a baying Of far away watchdogs ! a dreaming Of brown -fiste d farmers ! a gleaming Of fireflies eddying nigh , And that is July !

A babble of brooks that del iver Their flower - purpled waves to the river ! A moan in the marshes !in thickets A dolorous droning of crickets , ’ A cr ttuned to a whippoorwill s y, An d that is July !

JAM ES N EWTON M ATTH EWS . L YIN G I N TH E GRASS . 85

L YI N G I N TH E GR A S S .

BE WE EN T two golden tufts of summer grass,

I r r see the wo ld through hot air as th ough glass ,

And by my face sweet lights and colors pass .

B efore me dark against the fading sky, I I watch three mowers mowing , as lie

With brawny arms they sweep in harmony .

B E rown nglish faces by the sun burnt red ,

R b are ich glowing color on throat and head , M I ! y heart would leap to watch them , were dead

And I in my strong young living as lie ,

I r seem to move with them in ha mony,

A I . fourth is mowing, and the fourth am

The music of the scythes that glide and leap ,

r r The young men whistling as thei g eat arms sweep , And all the perfume and sweet sense of sleep ,

r r r The wea y butte ﬂies that d oop their wings ,

The dreamy nightingale that hardly sings, And all the lassitude of happy things,

I s mingling with the warm and pulsing blood

r That gushes th ough my veins a languid ﬂood,

An d r feeds my spi it as the sap a bud .

B ehind the mowers , on the amber air,

A - r dark green beechwood ises , still and fair, A h white pat winding up it like a stair. 86 OH WH I CH WE RE RES T:

My life is like the single dewy star ’ - That trembles on the horizon s primrose bar, A - microcosm where all things l iving are .

And D if, among the noiseless grasses , eath S hould come behind and take away my bre ath , I should not rise as one who sorroweth !

I r For should pass , but all the wo ld would be

r Full of desi e and young delight and glee , And why should men be sad through 1055 of me !

The l ight is ﬂying !in the silver- blue The young moon shines from her bright window through I The mowers are all gone , and go too . E D M UN D WILLIAM GOSS E.

WE R E B E S OH WH I CH T.

H ! O , which were best, to roam or rest The land ’s lap or the water ’s bre ast !

To Sleep on yellow mille t sheaves , Or swim in lucid shallows j ust

- Eluding water l ily leaves, m ’ An inch fro death s black ﬁngers , thrust To lock you whom release he must ! Which life were best on summer eves !

RO B ERT BROWN ING .

I n a Gondola.

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S M M E R CH E M I U S TR Y.

W12atdoes i ttaRe

A da to make y ,

A Ila atM y e B ear Camp Ossipee !

W a- hite clouds sail in the shining blue , D ropping a Shadow to dredge th e lands !

A - r m moun tain wind , and a marching sto , And a sound in the trees like waves on sands ! A mist to soften the shaggy side Of r di the great g een h ill , till it l ies as m As the hills in a Childhood memory !

an d th e - The crags ledges silver chased , ’ Where yesterday s rainy ru nlets raced !

The back of an upland pasture steep , With del icate fe m - beds notching wide The dark wood- line where the birche s keep Candle mas all the summertide ! Brown - ﬂash in g across the meadow bright The stream th at gems its m alachite ! And m , watching his valley , Chocorua gri , An d a golden sun set watching h im ! Add ﬁfty lives of young and old , Of tired and sad , of strong and bold, And eve ry heart a deeper se a Than its owner dreams can be ! Add eyes whose gl an ces have the law Of coursing planets in their draw ! Add careless hands that touch and part, ’ An d hands that greet with a heaven s sense ! HE LI OTR OP E . 89

Add little Children in their glee U ’ prunning to a mother s knee ,

Their earliest altar ! add her heart, P Their feeble , brooding rovidence

Add this to that, and thou shalt see W hat goes to summer Chemistry, W God hat the takes, Each time he make s

One summer day at Ossipee . W C G G E ILLIAM HANNIN ANN TT .

H E L I OTR OP E .

’ O U R P new, west world , the ersian s god looks on — To day as in those other days afar, Before was felt the inﬂuence of the star

r That waked a holier wo ship than the sun . O nce in each passing year upon h is throne , (Flashing abroad a gl itte ring scimetar And robed in robes of t railing Cinnabar!

H e r sits t iumphant , yielding sway to none . Fruits blushing crimson in his fervid glance Whose warmth has made their happiness com i p ete , D rop down content to languish at his feet. An d ﬂowers, no colder lover coul d entrance , Se e in his face the fulness of their hope , And H smile to hear men call them eliotrope .

M RS . M B ARY [ ARK ER] DO DG E . 90 gm Y.

N WO D I N GRE E O GLE IV.

(ROND EA U !

I N greenwood glen , Where greedy bees

D ﬂowe r- rain fragrant cups to the lees, When summer ’s shining lances smite

rai nﬁe lds The g gleaming golde n bright, li an I hear IEo melodies .

The music bounds along the breeze

I n - eve r Changing symphonies , An d lulls my s oul with cal m delight

I n r g eenwood glen .

E lusively it faints and ﬂees , R — etreats , returns , but no one sees f The piper !for, as in a fright, H e skilfully eludes the sight ! ’ Tis Pan who hides amid the trees I n greenwood glen ! C LINTON SCOLLAR D.

PRO D U , on the bosom of the river

W - hite winged , the vessels come and go, D ropping down with ingots to deliver, ﬂ w D o . rifting up lordly , on the G n lassed in the gree waters under,

G s th e rand again t crimson of the sky ,

I LI 92 F RE F ES .

Now still and vacant is the dusty street, An d ou still and vacant all y ﬁelds extend , S ave where those swains , Oppressed with toil h e ag

n The grassy harvest of the mead atte d .

L ost is the l ively aspect of the ground , Low are the springs , the reedy ditches dry ! No verdant spot in all the vale is found , ’ S ou f ave what y stream s un ailing stores supply .

JOHN SCOTT .

IZDPEHELI LER

TO- N I G H T I watch the ﬁreﬂies rise And shine along the air !

They ﬂoat bene ath the starry Skies ,

As mystical and fai r, Over the hedge where dimly glows P The deep gold of the e rsian rose .

I watch the fireflies drift and float ! E ach is a dreamy flame ,

S - tar colored each , a starry mote , Like stars not all the same ! But whiter some , or faintly green ,

Or wannest blue was ever see n . I D E V/ L R OS S . 93

They cross and cross and disappear, An d then again they gl ow !

S r r till d ifting faintly the e and here ,

S fro till crossing to and , AS though in all their wande ring

They wove a wide and Shining thing .

AG N E S M ARY FRANCE S R O B INSON

WI L D R OS E S .

ON long, serene midsummer days Of r ripening f uit and ye llowed grain , H ow sweetly, by dim woodland ways , I n d tangled he ge or leafy lane ,

fo Fair wild rose thickets, you un ld Those pale pink stars with hearts of gold !

Your sleek p atrician sisters dwel l ’ On lawns where gleams the shrub s t rim

I n r terraced ga dens , tended well , N ear pebbled walk and quaint kiosk , I n costliest u rns their colo rs rest ’ r They beam on beauty s fragrant b east .

But i n you lowly cal m abide , Scarce heeded save by breeze or bee !

You r know what splendor, pomp and p ide Full oft your b rilliant sisters see ! M E I N H E I T Y 94 AI ID S UM R T C . W hat sorrow, too , and bitter fears , What mad farewells and hopele ss tears

H ow some are kept in old , dear books , That once in bridal wreaths were worn ! H ow some are kissed , with tender looks , And later tossed aside with scorn ! H ow some their spotless petals lay On icy foreheads pale as they !

So , while these truths you vaguely guess ,

A- bloom in many a lonesome spot, Sh y roadside roses , may you bless

The fate that rules your modest lot , Like rustic maids that meekly stand Below the ladies of the land ! E F DGAR AWC ETT .

[MI D S UM M E R I N TH E CI T Y.

O YE A keen breezes from the salt tlantic , W hich to the beach , where memory love s to wander, O n v your strong pinions waft revi ing coolness, Bend your course hither !

For in the surf ye scattered to the sunshi ne D id we not sport together in my boyhood , S creaming for joy amid the ﬂashing breakers , O rude companions !

M IVOOD AA’D I FR O F EL D .

R M W D A N D I E F O OO F LD .

R R E A odors ﬂoat through wood and ﬁeld, And to the dawn their fragrance yield :

’ Borne from th e woodbine s waxen cells ! ’ The honeysuckle s soundless bells !

The intricate foliage of the vines

’ Where morning s earliest dewdrop Shines !

’ The moisture l ingering o er the thorn ! The ribbons of the ripen ing corn !

The wheat whe re wanton shadows play ! The healthful incense of the hay !

The aromatic pines that Spill

’ Their resinous pe rfumes o er the hill !

The feathe ry fe rn s by lake and ledge The wild we tgrass !the silve ry sedge !

The l ight leaves half- incl ined to press Their bitte r bark in tende rness !

The green boughs , as they softly brush The breasts of mocking bird and thrush !

’ The honey of the wild bees home , Shrined in the Cloister of the comb ! lI I lI E A WN N H I S UI R D O L OC KA TR N E . 97

All N these the heart of ature holds ,

An d r to the mo ning wind unfolds . W H H ILLIAM AM ILTON AYN E.

S UIW/lI E R D A WN OI V L OCH KA TRI N E .

’ TH E summer dawn s reﬂected hue To purple changed Loch Katrine blue ! M ildly and soft the weste rn breeze

Just kissed the lake , just stirred the trees, And s the plea ed lake , like maiden coy, Trembled but dimpled not for joy The mountain- shadows on her breast Were neither broken nor at rest ! I n bright uncertainty they lie , L ’ ike future joys to Fancy s eye . The water l ily to the light H e r chalice reared of S ilver bright !

The doe awoke , and to the lawn , B egemmed with dewdrops , led her fawn !

The grey mist left the mountain S ide , The torrent Showed its glistening pride ! I nvisible in ﬂe cked sky The lark sent down her revelry ! The blackbird and the Speckled thrush Good- morrow gave from brake and bush ! I n answer cooed the cushat dove H e r notes of peace and rest and love . W S I R ALTER SCOTT . T/ze Lady of til e S M M E R N I GH T ON LAKE GEN E VA 98 U .

M E R N I GH T ON LA KE GE N E S UM VA .

I T an d all is the hush of n ight , between

Thy margin and the mountains , dusk , yet clear, M ellowed and mingling, yet distinctly seen , S ave darkened Jura, whose capt heights appear P recipitously steep ! and drawing near,

There breathes a l iving fragrance from the Shore , Of ﬂowers yet fresh with childhood on the ear D rops the light drip of the suspended oar,

r - O chirps the grasshopper one good night carol more .

H e is an evening reveler, who makes

H i s c l ife an infan y, and sings his ﬁll ! At m intervals , some bird fro out the brakes S tarts into voice a moment , then is still .

There seems a ﬂoating whispe r on the hill , But that is fancy , for the starlight dews All silently their tears of love instil , W eeping the mselve s away, till they infuse D N ’ eep into ature s breast the spirit of her hues .

! !0 The sky is changed and such a change n ight , And storm , and darkness , ye are wondrous strong, Ye t lovely in your strength , as is the l ight Of w ! a dark eye in oman Far along,

From peak to peak , the rattl ing Clouds among,

L ! Not r eaps the live thunder f om one lone cloud , But every mountain now hath found a tongue , And o Jura answers, thr ugh her misty shroud , B A ! ack to the joyous lps, who call to her aloud

I OO 3's

The locust sings unseen B ehind some leafy screen , While the hot sun looks down with ﬁe ry gl ances ! All Nature seems to swoon As toward its highest noon ,

e From heat to h at, the glowing day advances .

B eside the cottage porch ,

’ sun ﬂowe r s The Shining torch , That marked with rings of ﬂame the summer ’s com

ing , Stands in proud splendor there Where all the noontide air ’ I s w drowsy ith the sweet bees idle humming .

C AROLIN E S EYMOUR .

M Y L I emblem is the ion , and breathe

’ The breath of Libyan deserts o er the land ! M I y sickle as a sabre un sheathe ,

And bent before me the pale harvests stand . The lakes and rivers shrink at my command And there is thirst and fever in the air !

r The sky is Changed to b ass , the earth to sand !

I am the Emperor whose name I bear . LOW H EN RY WA DSWORTH LO NG r EL . ’ Tb e P oets Calendar . I N S UM IIIE R N I GH T. I O I

B E D I N S UM M E R .

I N winter I get up at night

And r d ess by yellow candlelight . I n summer, quite the other way, I have to go to bed by day .

I have to go to bed and see

r The birds still hopping on the t ee , ’ Or hea r the grown - up people s feet

S r till going past me in the st eet .

And r does it not seem ha d to you , W hen al l the sky is Clear and blue , And I k should li e so much to play, To have to go to bed by day ! R B E V O RT LOUIS STE ENSON . ’ s A C/I zld s Gar den of Ver es.

I N S UM M E R N I GH T.

TH E twilight shadows grow

An d - steal the rose bloom genial summer sheds, An d scented wafts of wind that come and go, H ave l ifted dew from honeyed Clover- heads !

The seven stars shine out above the mill ,

The dark del ightsome woods lie veiled and still .

H ! ! ush hush the nightingale begins to sing, And stops as ill-conten ted with her note ! WE E T VAL LE Y OF D E E P 102 TH E S GRASS .

Then breaks from out the bush with hurried wing ,

Sh e h r R . e estless and passionate tunes throat, L aments awh ile in wavering trills , and then

Floods with a stream of sweetness all the glen .

The seven stars upon the neare st pool Lie trembling down betwixt the lily leaves , And move like glowworms !wafting breezes cool

Come down along the water, and it heaves An d bubbles in the sedge !while deep and wide

The dim night settles on the country side . E I J AN N GELOW . li e Fou r ri s T B dge .

TH E WE E T A E Y F E E P RA S V LL O D G S S .

0TH E sweet valley of deep grass , W here through the summer stream doth pass,

I n w Chain of Shado and still pool , From misty morn to evening cool Where the black ivy creeps and twines ’ ’ O e r - — the dark armed , red trunked pines,

W ﬂi ts hence cl attering the pigeon , ’ O r r , b ooding o er her thin eggs , sits , An d every hollow of the hills W ith echoing song the mavis ﬁlls .

WILLIAM M ORRIS . an d D atﬁ o a w Tlze L ife e f y n.

10 TO A GRAS S H OP P E 4 R .

They seem unto my puzzled wit Not mel ancholic, But all of sol id sunshine knit , And ripe for frolic .

H Of eard al l along the rows hay ,

Their notes seem only glad and gay , While they with leaps amazing play ’ O e r ﬁeld and ﬂower E nj oying most the hottest day, And noontide hour .

Among ye are there high and low ! Are young cicadas trained to go , And in examinations Show Of lore a heap !

Or r who the loudest t umpet blow, Or farthest leap !

H ast duty set before thy life I s thy shril l note with ange r rife To keep in awe a pouting wife Wh o a seeks to qu rrel , Ready al ike for taunt or strife About apparel !

’ Th ou rt quaint enough to be antique , By Nature shaped in her ﬁrst week Of snips of grass by way of freak , B w rown , yello , green And bid through hollow stalks to shriek , Ye tnothing mean . H I’ll/E F S IPI III A R O U E R . 105

I WO ld fain p think thy life is light, It lasts but while the sun is b right If I thy epitaph indite Would this be proper

H r N r e e lies, till ature him equite , A brief grasshopper ! W E W ALT R HIT E .

’ A R H Y WE F S U I ld i l E R I O / .

TH E r daisies nodded in the g ass , the buttercups

were Sleeping, And just ac ross the rive r sang the f arm ers at the ir reaping !

U far r pon the hills , so blue and , the maple leaves we e showing Their pallid beauty in the b ree z e that from the sea

was blowing . A little maid came th rough the land with song and

r rippl ing laughte ,

r for h e r The butte cups made way , the daisies nodded

after .

A strong young farme r saw her pause beside the parting river ! Sh e drew a lily from its depth with golden hea rt

a- quiver. 106 A R H I M E OF S M M E U R .

art b e Thou more fair than l ilies are , said with head upl ifted And w thre a poppy, which the stream swift to the

maide n drifted . Sh e — and se t the ﬂowers within he r hair, the red White together ! A Cloud grew black before the sun and rainy was

the weather .

H e came across the river then , this farmer, from his mowing ! ’ H e heeded not the water s depth , he cared not for

its ﬂowing . “ O b e love said , if gleaming sun and cloudless ’ o e rle an skies us ,

’ The river s barring width may roll unpassed , untried between us

Butwh e n loud thunder ﬁlls the air, and clouds and

rain come over, ’ I d — I fai rd a cross the oce an to your side , am no y lover !

And so one noon the village bells rang out across

the river, Their music se t the buttercups and daisies all

a- shiver, While some one drew a lily f rom the stream so

blithely ﬂowing , An d plucked a blood - red poppy that amid the wheat was growing !

108 yUL Y

The fever from my cheek , and sigh The full new l ife that feeds thy breath D D Throughout my frame , till oubt and eath , Ill brethren , let the fancy ﬂy

From bel t to bel t of crimson seas On leagues of odor streaming far, To where in yonder o rient star

A hundred spirits whisper Peace .

ALFR ED T ENNYSON.

I n IlIem or i am .

To-DAY , beside the everlasting sea , Whose waves are creeping up the level sand An d gently breaking on the pebbled strand , H ow g reat a bliss existence see ms to be ! There is no cloud in al l the sky above ! w The deep blue sea, ith white sails overspread ,

R w v eﬂects the glo ing sunl ight o erhead , As if responding to its smiles of love . All things are bright and beautiful around ,

And i happy children , in the r joyous play,

Are r adding music to this glo ious day, Their sunny h air with wreaths of wild ﬂowers

crowned . t The ear h , the sea , the sky, with grateful voice Are od praising G and bidding man rej oice .

E E E F E G . M RS. J NN TT [GRIFFITHS] OTH R ILL I E ILI E S 10 R V R L . 9

S UIlI M E R R A I IV.

K W t TH I C l ay the dust , uncomfortably hi e A I n glaring m imicry of rab sands . The woods and mountains slept in hazy light ! The meadows looked athi rst and tawny tanned !

The l ittle rills had left their Channels bare , With scarce a pool to witness what they were ! An d the shrunk river gleamed mid oozy stones, ’ That stared like any famished giant s bones .

S udden the hills grew black , and hot as stove

The air beneath !it was a toil to be .

There was a growl ing as of angry Jove , P rovoked by Juno ’s prying jealousy A ﬂash — a ﬁrm am e n t crash the was Split,

And r — down it came in d ops , the smallest ﬁt To drown a bee in foxglove bell concealed !

r Joy ﬁlled the brook and comfort chee ed the ﬁeld . H E E D ARTL Y COL RI GE.

RI VE R LI LI E S .

SAW a boy three lilies white , L ilies in the river,

H - alf heart Open to the light ,

rr r Full of golden a ows b ight,

E r ach a silve quiver . L ilies , lilies , lilies white , L ilies in the river. M I D S M M E R I I O U .

S I ’ll aid the boy, pluck you there , ” Lilies in the river !

S r aid the l ilies , if you da e You Shall drown , or homeward fare Dripping and a- Shiver ! L ilies, lilies , l ilies white , L ilies in the river .

Wilful stil l the boy would clasp Lilies in the river !

Tumbled in ere he could grasp , S f crambled out with pu f and gasp,

Plucked no l ilies ever . L ilies, l ilies , l ilies white , L il ies in the river . F W B RANCIS ILLIAM O U RDILLO N .

M I D S UM M E R .

O P H cE BU s down the western sky diﬂ use Far hence thy burning ray,

Thy light to distant worlds supply, An d wake the m to the cares of day .

Come , gentle eve , the friend of care , ! Come , Cynthia , lovely queen of night R efresh me with a cool ing air, And Cheer me with a lambent light.

SAM U E L JOHNSON .

I 2 M I D S M M E I U R.

And fre sh lie r gathering overhead,

R - ocked the full foliaged el ms , and swung

- The heavy folded rose , and ﬂung

The lilies to and fro , and said ,

The dawn , the dawn , and died away !

An d E W r ast and est , without a b eath , M ixt their dim lights , l ike life and death TO broaden into boundless day .

ALFR ED TENNYSON .

I n Illem or ram .

M I D S UM III E R .

A P OW ER is on the earth and in the air

From which the vital spirit shrinks afraid , And shelters him , in nooks of deepest shade ,

From the hot steam and from the ﬁe ry glare .

L - ook forth upon the earth , her thousand plants

Are - smitten ! even the dark , sun loving maize Faints in the ﬁeld beneath the torrid blaze ! The herd be side the shaded fountain pants ! For life is driven from all the landscape b rown

The bird h as sought his tree , the snake his den ,

The trout ﬂoats de ad in the hot stream , and men

Drop by the sunstroke in the populous town ,

As if the D ay of Fire h ad dawned , and sent

ﬁrm am e n t. Its deadly bre ath into the

WILLIAM C ULL EN BRYA NT. I D A S ON G OF TH E S UM M E R W N . 1 13

A S OIVG OF TH E S UM M E R

B LM L ’ A I Y, bal mily, summer wind , Sigh through the mountain passes !

O r ve the sleep of the beautiful deep , O ’ ver the woods green masses, R ipple the grain of valley and plain ,

And r the reeds and the river g asses .

H ow 0 many songs , summer wind H ow many songs you know Of fair, sweet things in your wanderings, AS over the earth you go ,

To the norland bare and bleak , from where

The red south roses blow .

W 0 here the red south blossoms blow, wind ,

S i n low to m e low and sti ll ( g , y An d the golde n green of the Citrons lean To the white of the saintly l ily ! W here the sun rays drowse in the orange boughs ,

’ Si n si n or ﬁle lzear t rows e/zzll I ( g , g , f g y ! And the belted be e hangs heavily I n ff rose and da odilly .

I 0 know a song, summer wind, A song of a willow tree Soft as the sweep of its fringes deep I n languorous swoons of tropic noons, Butsad as sad can be A S ON G OF TH E S M ME R WIN D 1 14 U .

Ye tI i would you might sing it , summer W nd ,

I would you might Sing it me .

O ! ( tremulous , musical murmur of leaves O mystical melancholy Of waves , that call from the far sea wall S I hall render your meaning wholly,

Ere the day sh all wane to the n ight again, And ! the stars come , slowly , slowly !

I would you might sing me , summer wind, A song of a little chamber S t n ing sof , s i g low, how the roses grow, A nd the starry jasmines Clamber ! Through the emerald rifts how the moonlight ’ And the sunlight s mellow amber.

S ing of a h and in the ﬂuttering leaves , Like a wee white bird in its nest Of a white hand twined in the leaves to ﬁnd A bloom for the fair young bre ast ! S ing of my love , my l ittle love ,

M - y snow white dove in her nest, As Sh e looks th rough the fragrant jasmine leaves I nto the wasting west .

Tenderly, tenderly , summer wind ,

W r r - ith mu murous wo d caresses , 0 wind of the south , to her beautiful mouth Did vou Cl ing with your balmy kisses !

1 16 E A KB I TH B L C RD .

H B L A B D T E CK I R .

O BLAC KBI R D !sing me something well W hile all the neighbors Shoot thee round , I keep smooth plats of fruitful ground , W ’ here thou may st warble , e at and dwell .

The espaliers and the standards all Are thine !the range of lawn and park

- The unnetted black hearts ripen dark , All thine , against the garden wall .

Ye t I , though spared thee al l the spring ,

Thy sole del ight is , sitting still , With that gold dagger of thy bill

' fre h e To tt summer j enneting .

A ! golden bill the silver tongue ,

d r : Cold February loved , is y Plenty corrupts the melody

That made thee famous once , whe n young

And - in the sultry garden squares,

Now ﬂute- thy notes are Changed to coarse , I hear thee not at all , or hoarse

r As when a hawker hawks his wa e s .

Take warning !he that will not sing W hile yon sun prospers in the bl ue , S hall Sing for want , ere leaves are new,

Caught in the frozen palms of Spring .

ALFR ED TENNYSON. M I DS UM M ER . 1 17

M I D S UM M E R .

H E E ! R sweep these foolish leaves away, I will not crush my brains to—day ! Look !are the southe rn curtains drawn !

Fetch me a fan , and so begone

’ Not — that , the pal m tree s rustling leaf Brought from a parching coral reef ! I ts breath is heated ! - I would swing — ’ The broad grey plumes , the eagle s wing.

’ I hate these roses feve rish blood

P - li l b ud luck me a half blown y ,

A n - lo g stemmed lily from the lake ,

- Cold as a coiling water snake .

R ain me sweet odors on the air, And I wheel me up my ndian Chair, An d sp read some book not overwise

Flat out before my Sleepy eyes .

Wh o knows it not , this dead recoil Of weary ﬁbres stretched with toil , The pulse that ﬂutters faint and low ’ When summer s seething b reezes blow !

0N atu re !bare thy loving breast And give thy child one hour of rest, One l ittle hour to l ie unseen Beneath thy scarf of leafy green ! I 8 Z UM M E R E VE M E N D A E I N C .

So i , curtained by a sing ng pine ,

Its murmuring voice shall blend with mine ,

Till , lost in dreams , my faltering lay

I n m usi c sweeter dies away . OLI V E R W EN D ELL H OLM ES

Z UM M E R E VE /WE N D A N CE .

O E arri ck m r C M out to the p , co e out to the t ee , ’ The mai dens an Chaps be a walten var thee ! ’ ’ Th e r s Jim wi his ﬁddle to ple ay us some reels ! w ’ i . Come out along us , and ﬂing up thy heels

’ ’ a— c arr d Come , all the long grass is mow d and a , ’ ’ An the turf is so smooth as a b uoard an so hard !

’ ’ Th e r s a ve a a a bank to z it down , when y d nced a d nce droo , ’ n auve r A a tree head var to keep off the dew .

’ There h e ruoses an h oneyz uc ks hangen among i ’ The bushes, to put in thy wa st ! an the zong ’ ’ Of the nightingale s beai rd in the hedges all roun ! ’ ’ n I ll th A get thee a glowworm to stick in y gown .

Zoo t come to the par ick , come out to the tree ,

’ ’ The mai dens an Chaps be a- wai ten var th ee ! ’ ’ Th e r s Jim wi his ﬁddle to ple ii y us some reels ! wi ’ ! Come out along us , and ﬂing up thy heels

WI LLIAM BARN ES .

1 2 0 0 S WE E T WI LD R OS E S .

0 S WE E T WI LD R OS E S TH A T B U D A IVD

B L O W .

0SW EET wild roses that bud and blow A L long the way that my ove may go ,

0 - moss green rocks that touch her dress, And grass that her dear feet may press !

0maple tree whose brooding shade For her a summer tent has m ade ! O goldenrod and brave sunﬂower

’ That ﬂame before my maiden s bower !

O butterﬂy on whose light wings The golden summer sun shine Clings ! ’ 0 r bi ds that ﬂit o er wheat and wall , And from cool hollows pipe and call !

0falling water whose distant roar Sounds like the wave s upon the shore ! O ' winds that down the valley sweep , An d lightnings from the clouds that leap !

O skies that bend above the hills , 0 gentle rains and babbling rills , O moon and sun that beam and burn , Keep safe my Love till I retu rn R D W G D ICHAR ATSON IL ER. b T e N ew D ay. I M I D S UM M E R . 2 1

! WH Y do I make no poems Good my friend Now is there silence through the summer woods , I n whose green depths and lawny solitudes The light is dreaming voicings Clear ascend

N r ow from no hollow whe e gl ad rivulets wend, But low murmurings of inarticulate moods, S unﬂe d e d ofter than stir of g cushat broods , ’ B o e rd rowse d v - reathe , till the hea y ﬂower heads

bend . Now sleep the crystal and heart- charmed waves R ound White , sunstricken rocks the noontide long, Or mid the coolness of dim lighted caves S way in a trance of vague del iciousness ! ’ An d — I , am too deep in joy s excess Fo r the impe rfect impulse of a song . D ED WAR DOW D EN .

M I D S UM I II E R .

0TO lie in the ripening grass

That gracefully bends to the winds that pass, And to look aloft the oakleaves through I th e nto sky SO deep , so blue

O to feel as utterly free AS the ricebird Singing above on the tree , Or the locusts piping their drowsy whirr, O r the down that sails from the th istle b urr ! 12 2 S ON G.

O to ﬂoat like the Cloudy drifts,

Changing hue as the sunlight Shifts , O r hastening gaily into the west To follow the blushing sun to rest !

0for the secret of N ature ’s power To drain the joy of the present hour ! 0to work and glow in the sun O to sleep when the day is done W R E T E ILLIAM OSCO HAY R.

S ON G.

A RS w I of summer that softly blo , S ing your wh ispering songs to me , O ver the grass like a shadow go ,

Flutter your wings in the rustling tree .

Curl the wave on the sunny sand , R ock the bee in its rose asleep , S catter odors from strand to strand,

Over ocean in laughter sweep .

h Kiss the snows on the mountain heig t, Ve x the river that leaps beneath,

S ﬁr- ing in the trees your sweet goodnight, ’ And cease like a baby s Slumbering breath . M R R E TE C E S. OS [ RRY] OOK

H E L 12 4 T C OTE .

’ The grey - boughed withy s a- leanén lowly Above the water thy leaves do hide ! ‘ a- swa en The benden bul ru sh , y slowly, ’ Do skirt in z um m e r thy river s zide ! ’ An O perch in shoals , , Do O vill the holes, ,

W z um m e r he re thou dost ﬂoat, goolden Clote

’ O - d ri nkén ﬂowe r s a- b lowén , when thy brook ,

’ The b urnen z um m e r s a- z ettén in ’ 0’ The time 0 greenness , the time mowen , ’ W h a - i i e ld wi z unb um t hen in the y , skin ,

r 0 The volk do d ink , , U 0 pon the brink , ,

W z um m e r here thou dost ﬂoat, goolden Clote

’ — Wi e arm s a- s re aden ch e aks a p , and blowen ,

’ H ow p roud we r I when I vu st could z wi m

Ath i rt le ace e a- rowen the p wh re thou bist g , ’ Wi thy long more vrom the bottom dim !

W - O hile cows , knee high , , I n 0 brook , wer n igh , ,

W z um m e r ! here thou dost ﬂoat . goolden Clote

Ov d rou h a- al l the brooks g the meads winden ,

’ Ov a all the me ds by a river s brim , ’ ’ ’ n won e fe ii i r vi n den There s so o my own heart s ,

As z wi m whe re the maidens do zee thee , ’ ’ An te éi ke O stan to , , ’ Wi - re fi ke O long stemmed , , z um m e r Thy ﬂower aﬂoat, goolden Clote WILLIAM BARN ES I TH E GRAS SH OP P E R . 2 5

TH E GRA S S H OP P E R .

V O E i I C of the summer W nd, o r J y of the summe plain ,

L r ife of the summer hou s ,

r Carol Clea ly, bound along . No Ti th on thou as poets feign S ’ ( hame fall em they are deaf and blind!, But an insect lithe and strong, B owing the seeded summer ﬂowers . P rove their falsehood and thy quarrel , V aulting on thine airy feet .

r Clap thy shielded Sides and ca ol ,

Carol clearly, chirrup sweet . Thou art a mail ‘ed warrior in youth and strength complete ! Armed cap- a- pie Full fair to see U n knowing fear, U ndreading loss, A gallant cavalier,

S ans en r etsans re r oe/ze p p , I n sunlight and in Shadow,

B r The aya d of the me adow.

I would dwell with thee , M erry grasshopper ,

art r Thou so glad and f ee , An d as light as air !

or Thou hast no sorrow tears ,

Of Thou hast no compt years , M 12 6 S UM ER RAIN .

No i w thered immortality , u e B ta short youth sunny and fre .

Carol clearly , bound along, S oon thy j oy is over, A summer of loud song, An d slumbers in the clover . \Vh athast thou to do with evil In thine hour of love and revel , I n thy he at of summer pride , Pushing the thick roots aside Of the singing ﬂowered grasses , That brush thee with their silken tresse s ! W v hat hast thou to do with e il , S hooting , singing, ever springing I n and out the emerald glooms, E ver leaping, ever singing, Lighting on the golden blooms A LFRED TENNYSON .

S UM AI E R RA I IV.

YEST ER M OR N the air was dry As A the winds of raby, W hile the sun with pitiless heat, G lared upon the glaring street, And the meadow fountains sealed,

Till the people everywhere , And the cattle in the ﬁeld ,

2 8 S WE E GRE EN E A V 1 T L E S .

And the gentle summer rain

Cooled the fevered e arth again .

Through the night I heard it fall Tenderly and musical ! And this morning not a sigh Of u wind plifts the briony leaves, Butthe ashen - tinted sky S til l for e arthly turmoil grieves , W hile the melody of the rain ,

D - ripping on the window pane , On the l ilac and the rose , R ound us all its pleasance throws .

EDM UN D C LAR ENC E STED MAN .

S WE E T GRE E N LE A VE S .

KE rillside TA me to the h ill side , take me to the , Whe re the scarle t pimpernel and starry daisies

grow, W the here woodbine wreath ing , greets the zephyr s

breathing , here the foam - pearls dance upon the ripples as

they ﬂow . Take me to the val leys where thick shady alleys Will lead me to red clove r- ﬁe lds and plains of

yellow sheaves , TH A H P I 2 E GR SS O P E R . 9

’ ’ An d I ll I ll sing to bees and ﬂowers, tell the wood land bowers That the heart brings back its O ld love to the

r sweet , g een leaves .

m e w i Take here the b rds ﬂy, take me Where the herds lie Where the ringdove nestles and the browsing

r heife lows , Whe re the b rake will h ide m e f rom the fawn beside

me ,

W r r n u i ld r he e the pebbly u nel kisses moss , eed

and rose .

Take me where the sunlight only sheds a dun light , Whe re the arm of lady bi rch with oak and alder

w v ea es , An d their b ranches bent with glory shall tell the

r same old sto y,

r That bi d and poet sing the best mid sweet , green

leaves . E Z LI A C OOK .

TH E GRA S S H OP P E R .

’ O O T H U , that swing st upon the waving e ar

Of - ﬁlléd some well oate n beard , D runk every night with a delicious tear ’ D r h r e th ou rt opped t ee f om heaven , wh re now reared ! I M I D S M E 30 U M R .

The joys of air and earth are thine entire , That with thy feet and wings dost hop and ﬂy !

And r when thy poppy works , thou dost reti e — To thy carved acorn bed to lie .

’ U welcom st p with the day, the sun thou then ! ’ S ortst p in the gilt plats of his beams , ’ And m ak st rr all these me rry days me y men,

Thyself, and melancholy streams .

R D LO V E ICHAR LACE.

’

III I D S UI l/M E R .

H ow sweet to listen to the dove W hen all the rest forget to sing, An d watch the swallows wantoning, And butterﬂies , the gold whereof Comes sinking through th e skies above

’ L a ike fe thers from an angel s wing . What comfort in the p roof they bring f O . perfect wisdom , perfect love Why is it wh e ri the heart is stirred H im To praise of who rules on high , Of H i m who made our earth and sky

From nothing with a single word , Why is it that the little bird Will eat the butterﬂy !

LO UIS BELROSE.

I 2 TO M I D S UJI M E R D A 3 Y.

E M TI S W E T S U M E R M E .

SW EET is the swallow twittering on the eave s At w daybreak , when the mower hets his scythe , And stockdove s murmur, and the milkmaid leaves

H e r l ittle lonely bed , and carols blithe To see the heavy- lowing cattle wait Stretching their huge and dripping mouths across

the farmyard gate .

And u sweet the hops pon the Kentish leas ,

An d - h ay sweet the wind that lifts the new mown , And sweet the fretful swarms of grumbling bees That round and round the linden blo s soms play ! And sweet the heifer breathing in the stall , And the green bursting ﬁgs that hang upo n the red

brick wall .

OSCAR WILD E.

' u r n ' TIt: B de ty 19 s .

TO M I D S UM M E R D A Y

CROWN sh i ne st! of the ye ar, how bright thou H ow little , in thy pride , divinest Inevitable fall !albeit We who stand round about foresee it . S hine on !shine bravely . There are near O ther bright children of the year, A lmost as high , and much l ike thee I n features and in festive glee TOO S OO N . I 3 3

S r ome happy to call fo th the mower, ’ And hear his sharpened scythe sweep o er R ank after rank : then othe rs wai t ’ B r efo e the grange s Open gate , And w watch the nodding wain , or atch

r The f etted domes beneath the thatch, Till young and old at once take wing

An d r r r p omise to retu n in sp ing . Ye tI I am sorry, must own ,

! art Crown of the year when thou gone . W E S V G E L D ALT R A A AN OR.

TOO S OO/V.

! Too soon , too soon For but last month was lusty June With life a swinging ﬂood of tide Nor seems itlong since M ay went by With love and h Ope at either side ! ’ And no w tis only late July, And I yet, alas , methinks hear,

Too soon , too soon , Death whisper in the fading trees ! ’ And when the sun s red light is gone, And night unfolds her mysteries, With failing heart al most I fear I n garden plots remote and lone

r S To ﬁnd the d eadful hadow near,

Too soon , too soon !

E G G OR E M ILN E R . A T VE N I I 34 E N O.

7 A T E VE N /A 6 .

U P O N the hills the sun set glories lie ,

The amaranth , the crimson and the gold . B eside the sinuous brook that ripples by ,

The dark , damp ferns their feathery grace unfold .

The little yellow blossom of the ﬁeld ,

That shone a jewel in the splendid day, H olds one small dewdrop in its bosom sealed , And — by to morrow will have passed away .

The village windows gle am with gorgeous light, And low in the east a purple cloud hangs , A few brown birds sing out their hymn to night On — shadowy boughs , the n spread thei r wings

and go .

Along the road the men that sow and reap W ith heavy footsteps stir the whitened dust, And up the sky illimitable steep i The moon cl mbs slowly to her sacred trust .

Oh ! , grand , strange trust to be a light to those Wh o m om l ie all night impatien t for the , W hen the fresh fragrance rises from the rose , n A d the sweet dew begems the sharpest thorn .

The stars, those sleepless eyes, peer through the chinks ’ That pie rce th e shrouding darkne ss of night s

walls .

I 6 M I D S M M 3 U E R .

B - lithe hearted or sad , as the cloud or the sun sub

sided , Love smiled in the flower with a meaning whereof none wist S ave two that beheld , as a gleam that before the m

gl ided, L ight love in a mist . A G E C E L RNON HARL S SWIN B URN E.

D S / E R M I U/k M .

IT is midsummer, the sweet midsummer ’ P o f ! o r da fodil blossom , what s that to thee

Thou hast no part in its golden glow, Thy time of blooming was long ago !

Thou hast no share in its silver dew, i Itwill not wake to l fe anew . What sadder fate can the autumn bring Th an summer does to a ﬂower of spring !

It ’ is midsummer, my life s midsummer M ’ ! y sorrowing heart , what s that to thee I Its joys are things that cannot share , ’Tis not for me that its days are fair ! A For Love for me was an pril ﬂowe r, w Whose beauty went ith the passing hour . What sadder fate can the autumn bring Than summer does to a ﬂower of spring !

Rs A E D G G E E R B . M . NNI OU LAS [ R N] O INSON VH A T I S I T H A UA' TS TH E S M M E R I 1 P U A R . 3 7

A S UM M E R AFTE RN OON

ALL through the afternoon the d reamy d ay S ’ wam listless o er the earth , and far away

r r The lazy clouds went loite ing ound the sky, O r sat far up and dozed on mountains high !

r The g een trees drooped , the panting cattle lay In the warm shade and fought the ﬂies away . A ’ long the world s far rim and down the sky, Cloud panoramas loomed and gl ided by ! R ocks, icebergs , mountains, capped with luminous

snow, And hundred- towered cities moving slow ! And then , with banners round the west unfurled,

r The great red sun went down behind the wo ld . B A RAHA M P E RRY M ILLE R . Com ' o/ali ou

M E R A WH A T I S I T H A UN TS TH E S UM I R . WH AT is it haunts the summer air ! A sense of something lately passed away ! S m r omething pleasant , so ething fai ,

That was with us yesterday, An d is no longer there . N ow from the pasture comes no baby bleat , Nor the frisk of frolic feet

There is seen . B lossom and bloom have spread their wings, and n ﬂow , I 8 M I D S M M ER P A 3 U SSE S .

And the bosks an d orchards green

The rosy flush of childhood have outgrown . Lapwing and linnet have ﬂedged their brood ! M avis and merle have gotten their desire The nightingale begins to tire ’ Even the cuckoo s note hath ﬁtful grown ! And in the closing leafage of the wood e The ringdov now is left to coo alone .

E ALFR D AUSTIN . H m n to y D eatﬁ.

R M ID S UM M E P A S S E S . WI T H faltering step the swee t midsummer paused

U pon the l ast stair of the worn July . Behind her blushed the roses and before

The scarlet poppies shimmered in the corn .

- off r From far woods a heated b eath came past , B lown from dark cedars and tall groves of pine , Ye tall its sweetness could not seem to soothe The bitterness of fair midsummer ’s pain

r Wh o felt her sceptre slipping f om her grasp , And saw one coming with his he ated brows Girt round with wheat- straws ! bold young August

brown .

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Rare odors ﬂ oat through wood and ﬁeld

Saw a b oy th ree lili es white S hall notJuly b ri ng fre sh de light S hort i s th e doubtful e m pi re of th e n ight Sl e nde r st rips of cri m son sky Som e m e s as i n th e s mm er ﬁe ds ti , u l Som e ﬂowers h ave withe red and some Joys S e e a e r s o e rs am ros a ai r w t ft h w , b i l 142 I N D E X OF FI RS T LI N E S

Swee t is th e swallow twi tteri ng on th e eave s

Take m e to the hi side ake m e to th e ri llside ll , t Th e bearded grass sways to and fro Th e creamy banks of m eadow- sweet Th e da s es nodde d i n th e rass th e e rc s r i i g , butt up we e sl ee ping The d ream on de c o s a ernoon y, l g, li i u ft Th e l and i s bathed i n d rowsy light Th e h otsun s oo ed hi s e a er rs to s ake t p , g thi t l T en came o n ke to fire h July, b ili g li Th e n i s so em n s ed e dee ight l , hu h with !ui t p The proud pom p of th e m i ds umm er i s he re There i s a tremor i n th e wi ndle ss ai r Th e s m ac s n o se ess b th e s h otroad u h , i l , y till ’ Th e su mm e r dawn s re fle cted h ue ’ Th e s m m er noon an m dn s se m ore s u , th i ight lf till Th e S mm er 0th e S mm e r u , u ’ Th e summ e r s pri m e is com e agai n ’ Th e sun hangs cal m atsumm er s poi se The sunshi ne li es athwart yon em e rald bosk ’ Th e warm ai r trem bli ng o er th e dusty road Th e time so tran!uil i s and cl e ar Th e twilight shadows grow Th e de s m oon a er m es a a wi , till , lit w t il w y T ck la th e d s ncom ortab e hi y u t, u f ly whit Thi s ye ar we h ad no tim e for com mu ne swee t Th ree h ours from noon th e passi ng shadow sh ows Till th e sl ow d aylight pal e ! ‘ l i s sweet to li nger i n th e m ell ow grass TO-d a be s de th e e er as n se a y, i v l ti g To day th e Sun h as ste adfast be en and clear — To night I watch th e fire fli es pass Too soon !too soon

U pon th e heated walls th e sun shi nes down

I D X OF N E SUBJ ECTS .

A July Day A July Fe rn Le af A July N ight A July N oon A July Se renade A Lost M orn i ng A M idsum mer Idyl A Midsum m er N ight A Midsum m er Song After th e Summ er S torm Amid th e Wheat An Incom ple te Angle r A Rainy Summ er A Rhym e of S um m er A Summ er Aft ernoon A S umm er D ay A Sum m er N ight A Sum mer Th ought AtEvening

Bed i n Sum m er

C edros Count notGold Gai n i n H otJuly E F S E 146 I N D X O UEy c z zs.

D e ve l opm ent D o e s atM endon Th e v , D rowsi e town

Fi re ﬂies Fl owers of M iddl e Sum m e r t k From D awn o D us . From Wood and Fie ld

Gathered Roses G rass

II az e

H e at- Lightning H e li ot rop e H igh M idsum m er h as C om e

I n Gree nwood Gl e n I n July I n M idsumm e r I n Sum m er I n Sum m er Eve I n S um m er Fi elds I n S um m e r N ight I O I I n Sum m e r N oon I n th e H amm ock In You ng July

2 1 2 0 0 6 6 6 80 8 0 100 108 July , 9, , 3 , 39, 5 , 5, 7, , 3 , 9 , , July D awn i ng 1 5 July i n th e West 84 M orn n O n a I July i g, 9

Long Summ e r D ays Love i n a M i st Lyi ng i n th e Grass x 8 I N D E OF S UE E T 4 X 7 C S .

Th e C lote Th e Fi rs t C ri cke t Th e Grasshoppe r Th e Grass World Th e H um ble- Bee Th e Path Th rough th e C orn Th e S m m er 0th e S mm er u , u The S um m e r S torm The S un ﬂower To a Grasshoppe r To M idsumm er Day Too Soon Two S um mer D ays

V acati on Song

What i s it H aunt s th e Sum m er Ai r When S umm er Even Softly Di es Wh o will Worship th e G reat God Pan Wild Roses Will ow Song

Zumm er Evem en Dance