We have had a simply glorious, gorgeous, wonderful day today… utterly warm and lovely with all the summer sounds, the lazy drone of insects, the cheerful calls of birds, the happy cries of children leaping and running in the sunshine.
I can almost see the apples and raspberries and blueberries ripening, the pods of the peas and beans swelling, the onions and beetroots flexing themselves in the ground as their leaves love the light.
Here is a well-known poem by Thomas Campion; I posted one by him before which was set in winter… now at last we have glorious, wonderful summer, welcome
Follow Thy Fair Sun
ByThomas Campion
Follow thy fair sun, unhappy shadow,Though thou be black as nightAnd she made all of light,Yet follow thy fair sun unhappy shadow.Follow her whose light thy light depriveth,Though here thou liv’st disgraced,And she in heaven is placed,Yet follow her whose light the world reviveth.Follow those pure beams whose beauty burneth,That so have scorched thee,As thou still black must be,Till Her kind beams thy black to brightness turneth.Follow her while yet her glory shineth,There comes a luckless night,That will dim all her light,And this the black unhappy shade divineth.Follow still since so thy fates ordained,The Sun must have his shade,Till both at once do fade,The Sun still proved, the shadow still disdained.
And if you want to look at his winter poem, and other wintery poems, look here:
Lois Elsden 