 | The Poems of Mackenzie Bell |  |
A SONG OF EARLY SUMMER.
Sweet is the time when tender leaves
Burst forth in all their perfect grace,
When swallows twitter from the eaves,
And Spring to Summer yields her place;
Burst forth in all their perfect grace,
When swallows twitter from the eaves,
And Spring to Summer yields her place;
When red and white the chestnut shows,
When fragrance from the hawthorn spreads,
When fair the blue wistaria blows,
And iris lilies lift their heads.
When fragrance from the hawthorn spreads,
When fair the blue wistaria blows,
And iris lilies lift their heads.
Yet soon the chestnut petals fade,
Wistaria blooms droop one by one,
Soon sigh the leaves for welcome shade,
Then fall with dews at set of sun.
Wistaria blooms droop one by one,
Soon sigh the leaves for welcome shade,
Then fall with dews at set of sun.
Not so the spring-time of the heart,
That knows nor change nor swift decay,
The spring-time of our nobler part
Shall never fade or pass away.
That knows nor change nor swift decay,
The spring-time of our nobler part
Shall never fade or pass away.
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