Classic Poem

Summer is here in all her glory
Of waving grasses and fragrant shoot,
Spelling her swift and beautiful story
With scarlet lily, with wayside fruit.

Down in green hollows of woody places
The sunbeams beckon the orchid out,
White thorn blossoms unveil their faces,
Swelling pods are beginning to pout.

Breezes blow from the gardens of spices,
Bees make murmuring long delays,
The musical laugh of the brook entices
Lover and lover to follow her ways.

Stay, dear morning, nor yet bereave us!
Why need your blossoms grow sad and sere?
Linger a little or e'er you leave us,
Since you come only once a year!

Stay, where the boughs of the bending beeches
Shadow the stream in a single spot,
And gild me forever these azure reaches,
Reaches of wild forget-me-not!