The break of summer bursts to life
In sweltering throng bees rumble and sing
Season’s clockwork turns on from spring
As sun’s ascent melts mortal strife
Below! A throng! Of people lean
And intervene upon the scene
As batchelor watches in thrall the sway of his wife

All Hearts and Souls stir in that midst
Of roses with the sunshine kissed
As life hath song: love, luscious supreme
Whose silence, felt, denudes Heart’s dream
But fever of life’s noon is here
For couple who evoke a tear
Their one Heart whole without a seam