Spencer Heath Archive

Item 1834

Penned verse signed as William S. Heath

June 1897

 

 

                       

                     SUMMER

 

The gladsome summer time of golden dreams

   Breathes, on each scene below the mellow sky

That ever changing in its beauty seems

To lift the mind in contemplation high.

 

The fair fresh daisies with their gold and white

   Adorn the spreading meadows bright and gay,

And make them starry as the dome of night

   With jewels brilliant like the orb of day.

 

Among the pure fair blossoms now I stray

   In each sweet face a loving thought to see;

And pausing frequent on my flowery way,

   Gaze on each fairer one that smiles to me.

 

And then through wooded groves whose softened light

   Comes through the leafy lattices o’erhead,

With visions ever new upon my sight,

   In peaceful thought my pensive steps are led.

 

Till through the silence deep of sylvan glen

And o’er the heathered reach of upland view,

The waning sun grown large and red again,

I homeward then my evening way pursue.

 

Whence comes this inspiration to my mind,

New beauties in each rustic scene to see?

Methinks in them is beauty of a kind

With deeper visions that abide with me.

 

    William S. Heath