Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). A Victorian Anthology, 1837–1895. 1895.
George Darley 17951846Summer Winds
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O’er the meadow swift we fly;
Now we sing, and now we mourn,
Now we whistle, now we sigh.
Through the murmuring reeds we sweep,
Mid the lily-leaves we quiver,
To their very hearts we creep.
At the frolic things we say,
While aside her cheek we ’re rushing,
Like some truant bees at play.
Kissing every bud we pass,—
As we did it in the bustle,
Scarcely knowing how it was.
O’er the yellow heath we roam,
Whirling round about the fountain
Till its little breakers foam.
While our vesper hymn we sigh;
Then unto our rosy pillows
On our weary wings we hie.
Scarce from waking we refrain,
Moments long as ages deeming
Till we ’re at our play again.