A Midsummer Song by Mary E. Wilkins
I WANT to sing a
little song to please you,
How midsummer comes following after June,
And shall I pitch it by the lark or robin?—
For songs in midsummer should be in tune.
And shall I give it sweetness like the roses?—
For midsummer has roses, as you know,
As well as June; and sprinkled o'er with spices
From beds of pinks and poppies in a row?
Perhaps like them; or, maybe 'twould be sweeter,
My little song, and prettier sound to you,
If I should make it make you think of lilies—
For midsummer has always lilies too.
Around the meadow-sweet the bees they cluster
So thick the children pick it not for fear—
Like meadow-sweet and bees, if I could make it,
A pretty little song 'twould be to hear!
Down in the field a crowd of flowers are standing;
The locusts pipe, the flowers keep sweet and still—
With honey-balls of clover and the others,
If only I my little song could fill!
I want to sing a little song to please you
Of midsummer that's following after June,
But oh! of all her sweet, gay things, I cannot
With one put yet my little song in tune!
I think you'll have to find a child or robin,
Some ignorant and merry-hearted thing;
For, I suppose, a song of the midsummer
It takes a heart more like a bird's to sing!