See how the sun-god
Overpowers
The summer lying
Deep in flowers;

With burning kisses
Of bright gold
Fills her young womb
With joy untold;

And all the world
Is lad and lass,
A blue sky
And a couch of grass.

Summer is here--
let us drain
It all! it may
Not come again.


II

How the leaves thicken
On the boughs,
And the birds make
Their lyric vows.

O the beating, breaking