In Summer Time

Horowhenua Chronicle, 26 October 1915, Page 3

In Summer Time

A gulucn giory nes along uie hiiLs, A lew ligut cirri lloai across the 01110 Oi the far sky. In lealy coverts, thriiL<Jl bud songs waken, but the notes are low. The bees hum lazily, though flowers are sweet, And ripened truit blush with a tinge of red. And drowsily the cattle move and eat, Silently through the meadows flows the stream, Flashing but liiurmurless; not as 111 spring. When rich in music it sent out a gleam Of silver, where 'moug rocks, its eddying ring Made mimic whirlpools. Slowly waves the corn, And slowly swing the scythe along tho field. High overhead the bright sun holds !'is . way; His lucent rays glow in tho mellow peach, The apples catch his lire at close of day; Pears, berries, flowers—he gives rich strength to each; And though so hot he is his lierv beams Make the grapes purple grow along the wall. In ripened yellow now the grain lield gleams, And swallows sharply to each other call; And weirdly sounds the whippoorwill's wild rhyme, Those nights of summer-time. —Thomas Stephens Collier.