Summer's Song

A sweeter Sunday never could be found,

Than in the place where sun-light meets the sea,

And waters flow and grasses grow unbound,

Midst gentle waves that wash our troubles free.

Whence, though it blazed with basking brilliant light,

We strolled among the flowers, wild, in bloom,

The blossom glances up to lofty heights,

Or falls and meets where endless ends resume.

Yet though we strive to leave a lasting mark,

Upon the whims of nature’s siren song,

We are but passing, raging ‘gainst the dark,

That creeps or moves our restless minds along.

Tonight I sleep with you in time well-spent,

With cherish’d dreams that let me rest, content.