Sorrow in Summer

SEASONS

SORROW IN SUMMER

As if to mock the stricken heart, the tree,

A fountain quivering and indolent,

Sprays green leaves on the grass-pools quietly ;

Fluent as fish, white flowers are swirled and blent

In the blowing streams of grass. Innocent

Of my pain, shadowed in green, the birds sing

Or brush the leaves with a fan of blue wing.

What matter to summer that my heart grieves?

Summer is sunlight and birds and the beautiful drifting of

leaves.