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 gossiped 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!