IN EARLY GREEN SUMMER
In early green summer
When deep valleys call,
And softly the little streams
Gurgle and fall,
Down by the pool where the blush lily grows,
The misty wild lilac dreamily blows.
On pale meadow grasses
With star daisies pied,
On sad rosy fuchsias
That droop by her side,
Floats beauty as light as the kiss of a faun
And hyacinth cool as the fingers of dawn.
Joan S. MacKaness