Song For A Summer's Day

Through fen and farmland walking

With my own country love

I saw slow flocked cows move

White hulks on their day's cruising;

Sweet grass sprang for their grazing.

The air was bright for looking:

Most far in blue, aloft,

Clouds steered a burnished drift;

Larks' nip and tuck arising

Came in for my love's praising.

Sheen of the noonsun striking

Took my heart as if

It were a green-tipped leaf

Kindled by my love's pleasing

Into an ardent blazing.

And so, together, talking,

Through Sunday's honey-air

We walked (and still walk there—-

Out of the sun's bruising)

Till the night mists came rising.