The Summer Sun Shone Round Me

HE summer sun shone round me,

The folded valley

In a stream of sun and odour,

That sultry summer day.

The tall trees stood in the

As still as still could be,

But the deep grass sighed and

And bowed and beckoned me.

The deep grass moved and

And bowed and brushed my face.

It whispered in the sunshine:"The winter comes apace."