Friday, June 13, 2008

Poetry Friday - Summer Days

With schools ending all around the county and the recent heat wave, the message is clear that summer is here, even though the solstice has not come yet. In honor of summer's arrival, I am sharing a poem from a Victorian anthology. (Yes, I like "old" poetry.)
Summer Days
by Wathen Marks Wilks Call

In summer, when the days were long,
We walk’d, two friends, in field and wood;
Our heart was light, our step was strong,
And life lay round us, fair as good,
In summer, when the days were long.

We stray’d from morn till evening came,
We gather’d flowers, and wove us crowns;
We walk’d mid poppies red as flame,
Or sat upon the yellow downs,
And always wish’d our life the same.

In summer, when the days were long,
We leap’d the hedgerow, cross’d the brook;
And still her voice flow’d forth in song,
Or else she read some graceful book,
In summer, when the days were long.

And then we sat beneath the trees,
With shadows lessening in the noon;
And in the sunlight and the breeze
We revell’d, many a glorious June,
While larks were singing o’er the leas.

In summer, when the days were long,
We pluck’d wild strawberries, ripe and red,
Or feasted, with no grace but song,
On golden nectar, snow-white bread,
In summer, when the days were long.

We lov’d, and yet we knew it not,
For loving seem’d like breathing then;
We found a heaven in every spot;
Saw angels, too, in all good men,
And dream’d of gods in grove and grot.

In summer, when the days are long,
Alone I wander, muse alone;
I see her not, but that old song
Under the fragrant wind is blown,
In summer, when the days are long.

Alone I wander in the wood,
But one fair spirit hears my sighs;
And half I see the crimson hood,
The radiant hair, the calm glad eyes,
That charm’d me in life’s summer mood.

In summer, when the days are long,
I love her as I lov’d of old;
My heart is light, my step is strong,
For love brings back those hours of gold,
In summer, when the days are long.
The round up this week is being hosted by Andi over at a wrung sponge. Do stop by for some wonderful selections. Before you go, be sure to check out this week's poetry stretch results. Happy poetry Friday, all!

3 comments:

  1. Thanks for sharing this, Tricia. This is certainly a new poet for me. What bittersweet musings!

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  2. I think summer would be better if I had more leas to walk in, rather than on concrete. :)

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  3. I love this repeating line: "In summer, when the days are long,". That about tells it all, right?

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