The Trees like Tassels -- hit -- and swung --

The Trees like Tassels -- hit -- and swung --

There seemed to rise a Tune

From Miniature Creatures

Accompanying the Sun --

Far Psalteries of Summer --

Enamoring the Ear

They never yet did satisfy --

Remotest -- when most fair

The Sun shone whole at intervals --

Then Half -- then utter hid --

As if Himself were optional

And had Estates of Cloud

Sufficient to enfold Him

Eternally from view --

Except it were a whim of His

To let the Orchards grow --

A Bird sat careless on the fence --

One gossipped in the Lane

On silver matters charmed a Snake

Just winding round a Stone --

Bright Flowers slit a Calyx

And soared upon a Stem

Like Hindered Flags -- Sweet hoisted --

With Spices -- in the Hem --

'Twas more -- I cannot mention --

How mean -- to those that see --

Vandyke's Delineation

Of Nature's -- Summer Day!