Bland as the morning breath of June
The southwest breezes play;
And, through its haze, the winter noon
Seems warm as summer's day.
The snow-plumed Angel of the North
Has dropped his icy spear;
Again the mossy earth looks forth,
Again the streams gush clear.
The fox his hillside cell forsakes,
The muskrat leaves his nook,
The bluebird in the meadow brakes
Is singing with the brook.
'Bear up, O Mother Nature!' cry
Bird, breeze, and streamlet free;
'Our winter voices prophesy
Of summer days to thee!'
So, in those winters of the soul,
By bitter blasts and drear
O'erswept from Memory's frozen pole,
Will sunny days appear.
Reviving Hope and Faith, they show
The soul its living powers,
And how beneath the winter's snow
Lie germs of summer flowers!
The Night is mother of the Day,
The Winter of the Spring,
And ever upon old Decay
The greenest mosses cling.
Behind the cloud the starlight lurks,
Through showers the sunbeams fall;
For God, who loveth all His works,
Has left His hope with all!
|1||Cracked Summer, by Satish Verma|
|2||Dawn In Summer, by James Thomson|
|3||Day And Day – New Summer, by Peter S. Quinn|
|4||I Crave The Summer, by Peter S. Quinn|
|5||Our Hopeful Summer, by Peter S. Quinn|
|6||Ballads Of Four Seasons: Summer, by Li Bai|
|7||Grand Entry Of Summer, by Joseph T. Renaldi|
|8||Green In High Summer, by Bryan Riley|
|9||To Summer, by Francis Joseph Sherman|
|10||Summer, by samantha roberts|
|11||Summer, by Kalee Skriver|
|12||Summer, by Georg Trakl|
|13||Summer, by ramesh rai|
|14||Summer, by Philo Yan|
|15||Summer, by Justin Reamer|
|16||Summer, by Vinod Sharma|
|17||Summer, by Dr.Rajendra Tela,Nirantar|
|18||Summer, by Lee Allen Roberts|
|19||Summer, by RAJ VIKRAM|
|20||Summer, by David Wood|