June 27

All things are yours.

WITH us the winds and fountains And lightnings live in tune;

The morning-coloured mountains

That burn into the noon,

The mist's mild veil on valleys muffled from the moon.

With us the fields and rivers,

The grass that summer thrills,

The haze where morning quivers,

The peace at heart of hills,

The sense that kindles nature, and the soul that fills.

With us all natural sights,

All notes of natural scale;

ALGERNON

CHARLES

SWIN-

BURNE

With us the starry lights;

With us the nightingale;

With us the heart and secret of the worldly tale.

NATURE