BETWEEN SEASONS
Thecherry trees are hauntedBy hordes of robber jays,And warmer winds are fanningThe poppies to a blaze.And loosed in fitful flurries,The sweet syringas fall,To lie like little snow-driftsAgainst the garden wall.Upon the laden lattice,In softly rounding shapes,A wealth of tiny clustersAre growing into grapes.Heigho! a drowsy shimmerEnfolds the sunny hours;And humming-birds are hiddenIn scarlet trumpet-flowers.The tenderness of springtimeIs almost overpast;But O, the gracious summer,It comes, it comes at last!
Thecherry trees are hauntedBy hordes of robber jays,And warmer winds are fanningThe poppies to a blaze.And loosed in fitful flurries,The sweet syringas fall,To lie like little snow-driftsAgainst the garden wall.Upon the laden lattice,In softly rounding shapes,A wealth of tiny clustersAre growing into grapes.Heigho! a drowsy shimmerEnfolds the sunny hours;And humming-birds are hiddenIn scarlet trumpet-flowers.The tenderness of springtimeIs almost overpast;But O, the gracious summer,It comes, it comes at last!
Thecherry trees are hauntedBy hordes of robber jays,And warmer winds are fanningThe poppies to a blaze.
Thecherry trees are haunted
By hordes of robber jays,
And warmer winds are fanning
The poppies to a blaze.
And loosed in fitful flurries,The sweet syringas fall,To lie like little snow-driftsAgainst the garden wall.
And loosed in fitful flurries,
The sweet syringas fall,
To lie like little snow-drifts
Against the garden wall.
Upon the laden lattice,In softly rounding shapes,A wealth of tiny clustersAre growing into grapes.
Upon the laden lattice,
In softly rounding shapes,
A wealth of tiny clusters
Are growing into grapes.
Heigho! a drowsy shimmerEnfolds the sunny hours;And humming-birds are hiddenIn scarlet trumpet-flowers.
Heigho! a drowsy shimmer
Enfolds the sunny hours;
And humming-birds are hidden
In scarlet trumpet-flowers.
The tenderness of springtimeIs almost overpast;But O, the gracious summer,It comes, it comes at last!
The tenderness of springtime
Is almost overpast;
But O, the gracious summer,
It comes, it comes at last!