Poems (Trask)/Summer

by Clara Augusta Jones Trask

SUMMER.

Summer on the mountains,
 Where the heather blows;
Summer in the fountains,
 Where the water flows,—
Bend the clouds in shadow
 O'er the rocky height,
Sunshine in the meadow
 With the clover white;
All the earth's a picture,
 Made of shade and light.

Children pick the berries
 All along the leas,—
Pluck the blood-red cherries
 From the drooping trees,—
Chase the nimble squirrel
 Over hill and brae,
Put the calm in peril
 With their laughter gay;
Scatter wide the clover smell
 From the new-mown hay.

At the hush of even,
 Glow the silver stars,
Through the purple heaven's
 Soft empyrean bars;
On the shore the billows
 Break their melodies,
While the snow-winged vessels
 Shiver in the breeze,—
God! thy living Spirit
 Stands upon the seas.