SUMMER
Working unrestingly for some
Honey that he will never taste.
Honey that he will never taste.
V.
The golden-rod unbuttons each bud,
Flings off its caps, and lets a hot
And flaming splendor warm the spot. . . .
And does gold always bloom out of mud?
The golden-rod unbuttons each bud,
Flings off its caps, and lets a hot
And flaming splendor warm the spot. . . .
And does gold always bloom out of mud?
VI.
The noon wind woos with soft-tongued hiss,
And each tree trembles, careless of blame,
Hiding her bright green face for shame,
Baring her gray breasts to his kiss.
The noon wind woos with soft-tongued hiss,
And each tree trembles, careless of blame,
Hiding her bright green face for shame,
Baring her gray breasts to his kiss.
VII.
The daddy-long-legs, caught in the gate,
Scuttles off, one leg the less.
It does not mar his contentedness;
Are not seven legs as good as eight?
The daddy-long-legs, caught in the gate,
Scuttles off, one leg the less.
It does not mar his contentedness;
Are not seven legs as good as eight?
VIII.
The evergreens are shut from the sky
By oak and maple and hickory.
Perhaps they are thinking, silently,
It will be winter by and by.
The evergreens are shut from the sky
By oak and maple and hickory.
Perhaps they are thinking, silently,
It will be winter by and by.
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