English poem
The Wind Upon A Summer Day
by Marie Van Vorst (1867–1936)
The wind upon a summer day How sweet it is! The shaking trees, The shifting shadows as they lie Across the grass, the bending rye, The blue flowers in the grain,--and you To love the livelong summer through-- There are no sweeter things than these.
The dawning of a winter day How sad it is! The leafless trees, The frozen meadow lands that lie Leaden beneath a snowy sky; The old year’s bitterness,--and you To lack the livelong winter through-- There are no sadder things than these.