The Trees like Tassels—hit—and swung

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 gossipped 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!