A SUMMER DAY. I STOOD tiptoe upon a little hill, The air was cooling, and so very still, That the sweet buds which with a modest pride Caught from the early sobbing of the morn. Far round the horizon's crystal air to skim, And trace the dwindled edgings of its brim; To picture out the quaint and curious bending Or by the bowery clefts, and leafy shelves, Guess where the jaunty streams refresh themselves. I gazed awhile, and felt as light and free As though the fanning wings of Mercury Had play'd upon my heels: I was light-hearted, A bush of May-flowers with the bees about them; And let long grass grow round the roots, to keep them Moist, cool and green; and shade the violets, A filbert-hedge with wildbriar overtwined, Babbling so wildly of its lovely daughters, Here are sweet peas, on tiptoe for a flight: That lean against a streamlet's rushy banks, To the o'erhanging sallows: blades of grass Why you might read two sonnets, ere they reach That very instant not one will remain; But turn your eye, and they are there again. Or perhaps, to show their black and golden wings, Were I in such a place, I sure should pray That nought less sweet might call my thoughts away Than the soft rustle of a maiden's gown Fanning away the dandelion's down; Than the light music of her nimble toes Patting against the sorrel as she goes. How she would start, and blush, thus to be caught Playing in all her innocence of thought! O let me lead her gently o'er the brook, O let me for one moment touch her wrist, Let me one moment to her breathing list; And as she leaves me, may she often turn Of buds into ripe flowers; or by the flitting Above a cloud, and with a gradual swim J. Keats. SUNRISE ON THE HILLS. STOOD upon the hills, when heaven's wide arch Like hosts in battle overthrown, As many a pinnacle, with shifting glance, Through the gray mist thrust up its shattered lance, And rocking on the cliff was left The dark pine blasted, bare, and cleft, The veil of cloud was lifted, and below Glowed the rich valley, and the river's flow Was darkened by the forest's shade, Or glistened in the wide cascade; Where, upward in the mellow blush of day, |