Summer Has Come -

Summer has come, healthy and free

Whence the brown wood is aslope;

The slender nimble deer leap

And the path of seals is smooth

The cuckoo sings sweet music

Whence there is smooth restful sleep;

Gentle birds leap upon the hill

And swift grey stags

Heat has laid hold of the rest of the deer—

The lovely cry of curly packs!

The white extent of the strand smiles

There the swift sea is

A sound of playful breezes in the tops

Of a black oakwood is Drum Daill

The noble hornless herd runs

To whom Cuan-wood is a shelter

Green bursts out on every herb

The top of the green oakwood is bushy

Summer has come, winter has gone

Twisted hollies wound the hound

The blackbird sings a loud strain

To him the live wood is a heritage

The sad angry sea is fallen asleep

The speckled salmon leaps

The sun smiles over every land, —

A parting for me from the brood of cares:

Hounds bark, stags tryst

Ravens flourish, summer has come!