Summer

The oaks slow-opening leaf of deepening hue
Bespeaks the power of Summer once again
While many a flower unfolds its charms to view
To glad the entrance of his sultry reign
Where peep the gaping speckled cuckoo-flowers
Sweet is each rural scene she brings to pass
Prizes to rambling school-boys vacant hours
Tracking wild searches through the meadow grass
The meadow-sweet taunts high its showy wreath
& sweet the quaking grasses hide beneath
Ah ‘barr’d from all that sweetens life below
Another Summer still my eyes can see
Freed from the scorn & pilgrimage of woe
To share the Seasons of Eternity