Classic Poem

1

Mary my wife the summer is come
And mellow the note of the summer bees hum
And the green fields my Mary are pleasant to see
Where I in the summer went walking with thee
Still Mary my wife you may bloom as a flower
And summer bring to you as pleasant an hour
As it did when we rambled along the old lea
Yet Mary my wife no more may I see —

2

I would wander all summer, and look for wild flowers
For the summer's the same and as warm are the hours
As green are the bushes, and dark the oak tree
As they were my own Mary when I wandered with thee
When I see a wild flower or a bright bit of sky
Sweet Mary my wife then ever seems nigh
But when I look back the sweet vision is past
And all my bright fancies have fled with the blast