SUMMER. The lake in the woods, And the lovely wild flowers, The musical breeze, And the cool shady bowers, Have used up the long summerday. The little ones then Rejoice in a restBeneath the old trees, The sun in the west,The sheep their companions atplay. MARY BLOOM.
Children's poetry · Picture books for children
Internet Archive · Library of Congress · Public Domain Mark 1.0. Free to use for anything.