Here is a sumer day poem sung by an Elizabethan:

A SUMER DAY

By Alexander Hune.

(Songs of Three Centuries, page 10)

"The time so tranquil is and clear,
That nowhere shall ye find,
Save on a high and barren hill,
An air of passing wind.

All trees and simples, great and small,
That balmy leaf do bear,

Than they were painted on a wall,
No more they move or stir.

The ships becalmed upon the seas,
Hang up their sails to dry;
The herds, beneath the leafy trees,
Among the flowers they lie.

O sure it were a seemly thing,
While all is still and calm,
The praise of God to play and sing,
With trumpet and with shalm!

All laborers draw home at even,
And can to others say,

་ Thanks to the gracious God of heaven,
Who sent this summer day. ? 11

To the Victorian Summer brings the eternal note of

sadness in."

SUMTER DAYS.

By Mathen Marks Call.

(Vic. An. page 152)

"In summer, when the days were long,

We walked, two friends, in field and wood;
Our heart was light, our step was strong,
And life lay round us, fair as good,

In summer, when the days were long.

In summer, when the days are long,
Alone I wander, mise alone;

I see her not, but that old song
Under the fragrant wind is blown,
In summer, when the days are long."

See also "HAS SUITER COME WITHOUT THE ROSE?"

O'Shaughnessy.

by Arthur

The Elizabethans loved the summer and they could not

bear to give it up. It was like their life intensely bright, and and glowing with warmth of love and passion.

FADING SUMER

By Thomas Nashe

(Schelling page 51).

"Fair summer droops, droop men and beasts therefore,
So fair a summer look for nevermore:

All good things vanish less than in a day,
Peace, plenty, pleasure, suddenly decay.

Go not yet away, bright soul of the sad year,
The earth is hell when thou leav'st to appear.