IN SUMMER
How plain and height
With dewdrops are bright!
How pearls have crown’d
The plants all around!
How sighs the breeze
Thro’ thicket and trees!
How loudly in the sun’s clear rays
The sweet birds carol forth their lays!
But, ah! above,
Where saw I my love,
Within her room,
Small, mantled in gloom,
Enclosed around,
Where sunlight was drown’d,
How little there was earth to me,
With all its beauteous majesty!
1776.*
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