It will be Summer

It will be Summer, eventually.

Ladies - with parasols -

Sauntering Gentlemen - with Canes -

And little Girls - with Dolls -

Will tint the pallid landscape -

As 'twere a bright Bouquet -

Tho' drifted deep, in Parian -

The Village lies - today -

The Lilacs - bending many a year -

Will sway with purple load -

The Bees - will not despise the tune -

Their Forefathers - have hummed -

The Wild Rose - redden in the Bog -

The Aster - on the Hill

Her everlasting fashion - set -

And Covenant Gentians - frill -

Till Summer folds her miracle -

As Women - do - their Gown -

Or Priests - adjust the Symbols -

When Sacrament - is done -