The Trees like Tassels -- hit -- and swung --There seemed to rise a TuneFrom Miniature CreaturesAccompanying the Sun --Far Psalteries of Summer --Enamoring the EarThey never yet did satisfy --Remotest -- when most near --near --fairThe Sun shone whole at intervals --Then Half -- then utter hid --As if Himself were optionalAnd ownedownedhad Estates of CloudSufficient to enfold HimEternally from view --Except it were a whim of HisTo let the Orchards grow --A Bird sat careless on the fence --One gossipped in the LaneOn silver matters charmed a SnakeJust winding round a Stone --Bright Flowers slit a CalyxOrOrAnd soared upon a StemLike Hindered Flags -- Sweet hoisted --With Spices -- in the Hem --'Twas more -- I cannot mention --How mean -- to those that see --Vandykes DelineationOf Nature's -- Summer Day!