Summer And when the day is summer bright, Where waters burst, and flowers grow, Each part doth weave a glossy sight, And fields in luscious green aflame. \nBut amid this light, alas! I dream, Nor hear the lark take swift flight, With each thought as sharpest beam That holds a glance to every height. \nYet shall I greet these births which grow, And lie beneath this sun so real, Among the laughing lilies’ show Till past all pleasure’s dizzy feel.

• George Meredith