The Trees like Tassels – hit –
and swung –
There seemed to rise a Tune
From Miniature Creatures
Accompanying the Sun –

 

Far Psalteries of Summer –
Enamoring the Ear
They never yet did satisfy –
Remotest – when most ⁺fair  + near –

 

The Sun shone whole at intervals –
Then Half – then utter hid –
As if Himself were optional
And ⁺had  Estates of Cloud  + owned

 

Sufficient to enfold Him
Eternally from view –
Except it were a whim of His
To let the Orchards grow –

 

¦

 

A Bird sat careless on the fence –
One gossiped in the Lane
On silver matters charmed
a Snake
Just winding round a stone –

 

Bright Flowers slit a Calyx
⁺And  soared opon a stem  + Or
Like Hindered Flags – Sweet hoisted –
With Spices – in the Hem –

 

′Twas more – I cannot men-
tion –
How mean – to those that see –
Vandykes Delineation
Of Nature′s – Summer Day!