I <br /> <br />The dawn laughs out on orient hills <br />And dances with the diamond rills; <br />The ambrosial wind but faintly stirs <br />The silken, beaded gossamers; <br />In the wide valleys, lone and fair, <br />Lyrics are piped from limpid air, <br />And, far above, the pine trees free <br />Voice ancient lore of sky and sea. <br />Come, let us fill our hearts straightway <br />With hope and courage of the day. <br /> <br /> <br />II <br /> <br />Noon, hiving sweets of sun and flower, <br />Has fallen on dreams in wayside bower, <br />Where bees hold honeyed fellowship <br />With the ripe blossom of her lip; <br />All silent are her poppied vales <br />And all her long Arcadian dales, <br />Where idleness is gathered up <br />A magic draught in summer's cup. <br />Come, let us give ourselves to dreams <br />By lisping margins of her streams. <br /> <br /> <br />III <br /> <br />Adown the golden sunset way <br />The evening comes in wimple gray; <br />By burnished shore and silver lake <br />Cool winds of ministration wake; <br />O'er occidental meadows far <br />There shines the light of moon and star, <br />And sweet, low-tinkling music rings <br />About the lips of haunted springs. <br />In quietude of earth and air <br />'Tis meet we yield our souls to prayer.<br /><br />Lucy Maud Montgomery<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-summer-day/
