A summer day
E. Nevin
It's pleasant to rest on a stile at noon
When the meadow's aflower and the month is June,
And to take your ease on a summer day
When nobody's likely to pass that way.
And it's pleasant to whistle and walk a mile
For the sake of passing a certain stile,
When it isn't likely that one would care
If somebody chanced to be resting there.