A Summer’s Day

A summer’s day, the air is still;
Over hills the conifers grow;
Listen! the wild life calls me near, Where the winds dance neat, and lilies flow.
A swan goes winging through the brook.
Time in the meadow freely sings,
Here among the weathered stones,
I feel the hush of nature’s wings.
Breath steady, I take in all of these
Colors playing from the sky in hues,
The afternoon ever warm and bright—
Among the petals waking hues!

• Sarah Orne Jewett