The Trees like Tassels -- hit -- and swung --

The Trees like Tassels -- hit -- and swung --
There seemed to rise a Tune
From Miniature Creatures
Accompanying the Sun --

Far Psalteries of Summer --
Enamoring the Ear
They never yet did satisfy --
Remotest -- when most near --[^a1]fair

[^a1: near -- | near --]

The Sun shone whole at intervals --
Then Half -- then utter hid --
As if Himself were optional
And owned[^a2]had Estates of Cloud

[^a2: owned | owned]

Sufficient to enfold Him
Eternally from view --
Except it were a whim of His
To let the Orchards grow --

A Bird sat careless on the fence --
One gossipped in the Lane
On silver matters charmed a Snake
Just winding round a Stone --

Bright Flowers slit a Calyx
Or[^a3]And soared upon a Stem
Like Hindered Flags -- Sweet hoisted --
With Spices -- in the Hem --

[^a3: Or | Or]

'Twas more -- I cannot mention --
How mean -- to those that see --
Vandykes Delineation
Of Nature's -- Summer Day!