Arthur Quiller-Couch, comp. The Oxford Book of Victorian Verse. 1922.
Midsummer CourtshipJames Thomson (18341882)
O,
These heavenly nights of June!
The long hot day amort
With toil, the time to court
So stinted in its boon!
Between the afterglow
And dawnlight; while the flowers
Are dreaming in their bowers,
And birds their song forgo;
As in the noon of day,
Flowers close on their delight,
Birds nestle from their flight,
Deep stillness holdeth sway:
Yet sing to moon and stars,
Although their full song fails;
The corncrake never quails,
But through the silence jars.
And only one for us,
Alone, in toil’s surcease,
To feed on love’s increase:
It is too cruel thus!
Because our sewing dropp’d
And we sat dreamy-eyed?
Dear Mother, good betide,
The scolding must be stopp’d.
All-loving while you blame,
When spring brings skies of blue
And buds and flowers anew,
I come in with my claim!
Yet ever yours the while,
Under whose care hath grown
The sweetest blossom blown
In all our flower-loved isle.
And youth renews its Spring:
Love’s wildest dreams are truth,
Magic is sober sooth;
Charm of the Magic Ring!