Summer Schemes

When friendly summer calls again,

    Calls again

    Her little fifers to these hills,

    We'll go we two to that arched fane

    Of leafage where they prime their bills

    Before they start to flood the plain

    With quavers, minims, shakes, and trills.

    " We'll go," I sing; but who shall say

    What may not chance before that day!

    And we shall see the waters spring,

    Waters spring

    From chinks the scrubby copses crown;

    And we shall trace their oncreeping

    To where the cascade tumbles down

    And sends the bobbing growths aswing,

    And ferns not quite but almost drown.

    " We shall," I say; but who may sing

    Of what another moon will bring!

A quote from a Hardy novel

“This good fellowship - camaraderie - usually occurring through the similarity of pursuits is unfortunately seldom super-added to love between the sexes, because men and women associate, not in their labours but in their pleasures merely. Where, however, happy circumstances permit its development, the compounded feeling proves itself to be the only love which is strong as death - that love which many waters cannot quench, nor the floods drown, besides which the passion usually called by the name is as evanescent as steam.”  (Far from the Madding Crowd)

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