To ⸻ + 

I cannot write old verses here, + 

Dead things a thousand years away, + 

When all the life of the young year + 

Is in the summer day. + 

The roses make the world so sweet, + 

The bees, the birds have such a tune, + 

There’s such a light and such a heat + 

And such a joy this June, + 

One must expand one’s heart with praise, + 

And make the memory secure + 

Of sunshine and the woodland days + 

And summer twilights pure. + 

Oh listen rather! Nature’s song + 

Comes from the waters, beating tides, + 

Green-margined rivers, and the throng + 

Of streams on mountain-sides. + 

So fair those water-spirits are, + 

Such happy strength their music fills, + 

Our joy shall be to wander far + 

And find them on the hills. + 