The Wind upon a Summer Day

The wind upon a summer dayHow sweet it is! The shaking trees,The shifting shadows as they lieAcross the grass, the bending rye,The blue flowers in the grain,—and youTo love the livelong summer through—There are no sweeter things than these.

The dawning of a winter dayHow sad it is! The leafless trees,The frozen meadow lands that lieLeaden beneath a snowy sky;The old year's bitterness,—and youTo lack the livelong winter through—There are no sadder things than these.