Summer is coming (Dora Read Goodale)

Dolce far niente


Spring (Apple Blossoms) door Sir John Everett Millais, 1859


Summer is coming

“Summer is coming!” the soft breezes whisper;
“Summer is coming!” the glad birdies sing,
Summer is coming – I hear her quick footsteps,
Take your last look at the beautiful Spring!

Lightly she steps from her throne in the woodlands,
“Summer is coming, and I cannot stay;
Two of my children have crept from my bosom,
April has left me but lingering May.

“What tho’ bright Summer is crownèd with roses?
Deep in the forest Arbutus doth hide;
I am the herald of all the rejoicing,
Why must June always disown me?” she cried.

Down in the meadow she stoops to the daisies,
Plucks the first bloom from the apple tree’s bough,
“Autumn will rob me of all the sweet apples;
I will take one from her store of them now.”

Summer is coming! I hear the glad echo,
Clearly it rings o’er the mountain and plain,
Sorrowful Spring leaves the beautiful woodlands,
Bright, happy Summer begins her sweet reign.


Dora Read Goodale (29 oktober 1866 – 12 december 1953)
Mount Washington, Massachusetts, waar Dora Read Goodale werd geboren.


Zie voor de schrijvers van de 29e mei ook mijn vorige blog van vandaag.