Through Summer Fields

                 I.

The bird-song wakes the summer morn

     And skyward wends its way;

The whisp’ring breeze assaults the trees

     Half earnest, half in play.

The drowsy hum of countless bees

     Makes dreamy music, too;

But O, to talk, and idly walk

     Through summer fields with you!

Through summer fields with you, dear,

Fresh as the morning dew, dear,

     As in the days of long ago;

When love was in your eyes, dear,

When joy was in the skies, dear,

     And summer fields aglow.

                    II.

The daisies nod upon their stems

     And beckon us along;

The brook awakes and joyous makes

     Us welcome with its song.

But summer fields would be as naught,

     And skies would not be blue

Could I not stray in love’s old way

     Through summer fields with you.

Through summer fields with you, dear,

Where love is ever new, dear,

     As in the days of long ago;

This world’s a paradise, dear,

With love light in your eyes, dear,

     And summer fields aglow.

June 19, ‘10