When summer comes in her glory and brave the whole earth blows, <br />when colours burn and perfumes impassion the gladden'd air <br />then methinks thy laughter seeks me on every breeze that goes <br />and I feel thy breathing warmth about me everywhere. <br />Or in the dreamy eve, when our soul is spread in the skies, <br />when Life for an hour is hush'd, and the gaze is wide to behold <br />what day may not show nor night, then sure it were no surprise <br />to find thee beside me sitting, the pitying eyes of old. <br />But ah, when the winter rains drive hard on the blacken'd pane <br />and the grief of the lonely wind is lost in the waste outside, <br />when the room is high and chill and I seek my place in vain, <br />I know that seas splash cold in the night and the world is wide.<br /><br />Christopher John Brennan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-summer-comes-in-her-glory/
