In summer, when the days were long,
We walked together in the wood:
Our heart was light, our step was strong;
Sweet flutterings were there in our blood,
In summer, when the days were long.
Poppies, The Walk; Claude Monet, 1873, Oil on Canvas, Musee d'Orsay, Paris France |
We strayed from morn till evening came;
We gathered flowers, and wove us crowns;
We walked mid poppies red as flame,
Or sat upon the yellow downs;
And always wished our life the same.
In summer, when the days were long,
We leaped the hedgerow, crossed the brook;
And still her voice flowed forth in song,
Or else she read some graceful book,
In summer, when the days were long.
Light Rays, The Sea Ranch, Paul Kozal |
And then we sat beneath the trees,
With shadows lessening in the noon;
And in the sunlight and the breeze,
We feasted many a gorgeous June,
While larks were singing o'er the leas.
In summer, when the days were long,
On dainty chicken, snow-white bread.
We feasted, with no grace but song;
We plucked wild strawb'rries, ripe and red,
In summer, when the days were long.
The PLC (Peas Love Carrots) Response to Renoir's 1905 Strawberries Painting |
We loved, and yet we knew it not,
For loving seemed like breathing then;
We found a heaven in every spot;
Saw angels, too, in all good men;
And dreamed of God in grove and grot.
Redwood Grotto, Sea Ranch, Paul Kozal |
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, so glad and good,
The honest daylight of her eyes,
That charmed me under earlier skies.
Ophelia (Sitting/Resting), John William Waterhouse |
In summer, when the days are long,
I loved her as we loved 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.
~Anonymous
(Poem from A Treasury of Poems: A Collection of the World's Most Famous and Familiar Verse. Compiled by Sarah Anne Stuart, 1996, BBS Publishing Company, pgs. 344-45.)
Magical! Thanks so much, jx
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