Twas Summer

'Twas summer,-- through the opening grass The joyous flowers upsprang, The birds in all their different tribes Loud in the woodlands sang: Then forth I went, and wandered far The wide green meadow o'er; Where cool and clear the fountain play'd, There strayed I in that hour. Roaming on, the nightingale Sang sweetly in my ear; And, by the greenwood's shady side, A dream came to me there; Fast by the fountain, where bright flowers Of sparkling hue we see, Close sheltered from the summer heat, That vision came to me. All care was banished, and repose Came o'er my wearied breast; And kingdoms seemed to wait on me, For I was with the blest. Yet, while it seemed as if away My spirit soared on high, And in the boundless joys of heaven Was wrapt in ecstacy, E'en then, my body revelled still In earth's festivity; And surely never was a dream So sweet as this to me. Thus I dream'd on, and might have dwelt Still on that rapturous dream, When, hark! a raven's luckless note (Sooth, 'twas a direful scream,) Broke up the vision of delight, Instant my joy was past: O, had a stone but met my hand, That hour had been his last....