Summer Cometh…

Renoir’s “The Beach at Purnic”


Summer cometh,
Wild bee hummeth,
In the sedge the kingcup blows;
Gorse and briar
Break to fire
‘Mid the woodbine and the rose.
Where the larches
Build green arches
Coos the ring-dove, caws the rook;
Mimic laughter
Follows after
From the streamlet’s sheltered nook.
Summer passes,
Lads and lasses!
Hand in hand we’ll jog along;
Love comes sweetly,
Love goes fleetly,
Through the pauses of our song.

  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/09158421880497827083 Athos

    You have to get up and out of that archive dungeon, Frank! Beautiful graphic, BTW. Have a citation on it? Cheers/blessings

  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/01819831282677092730 Frank

    My kids are all out of school now. Yesterday was their last day. And yes, I've edited the artwork to give credit where credit is due. ;)


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