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Sunday, July 5, 2015

Summer Schemes / Thomas Hardy


Summer Schemes

When friendly summer calls again,
      Calls again
Her little fifers to these hills,
We’ll go — we two — to that arched fane
Of leafage where they prime their bills
Before they start to flood the plain
With quavers, minims, shakes, and trills.
   “—We’ll go,” I sing; but who shall say
   What may not chance before that day!

And we shall see the waters spring,
      Waters spring
From chinks the scrubby copses crown;
And we shall trace their oncreeping
To where the cascade tumbles down
And sends the bobbing growths aswing,
And ferns not quite but almost drown.
   “—We shall,” I say; but who may sing
   Of what another moon will bring!

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Thomas Hardy (1840-1928)
from Late Lyrics and Earlier, with many other verses, 1922

[Poem is in the public domain in Canada, the United States, and the European Union]

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