THERE are white moon daisies in the mist of the meadow <br />Where the flowered grass scatters its seeds like spray, <br />There are purple orchis by the wood-ways' shadow, <br />There are pale dog-roses by the white highway; <br />And the grass, the grass is tall, the grass is up for hay, <br />With daisies white like silver and buttercups like gold, <br />And it's oh! for once to play thro' the long, the lovely day, <br />To laugh before the year grows old! <br /> <br />There is silver moonlight on the breast of the river <br />Where the willows tremble to the kiss of night, <br />Where the nine tall aspens in the meadow shiver, <br />Shiver in the night wind that turns them white. <br />And the lamps, the lamps are lit, the lamps are glow-worms light, <br />Between the silver aspens and the west's last gold. <br />And it's oh! to drink delight in the lovely lonely night, <br />To be young before the heart grows old!<br /><br />Edith Nesbit<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/summer-song-15/
