Anticipation.

In the bright summer weather We twain will go together, By the river's silver swathes, Where the melilotus bathes Its blooms gold--bright; And along the distant stream Broods the white silent steam, Thickening onward like a dream In the first sleep of night. In the warm summer weather We twain will go together, On the west side of the hill, While the leaves are keeping still, As the sun goes down; And the long straight streams Of the mellow setting beams Light up with rosy gleams Mountain, moor, and town. In the calm summer weather We twain will go together, When the western planet's light Is full, and warm, and bright, Above the western flood; Only the impatient rill To itself is talking still, By the hedge--row down the hill, On the border of the wood.