Little Lush Summer

An autumn dawns and churns;

Bereaved is the summer of thine.

Yet my heart burns

With a little lush summer of mine.

How do I define thee?

In bland earthly shine.

Thy gleam a celestial glee

In the lush summer's heart of mine.

Thy golden candour, thy candid smile,

Arching rainbows in the sky recline;

Thy nature's tempest moves many a mile,

O my little lush summer of mine.

My pigeon soul dances and leaps,

And flies to the rainbow divine.

It showers in the breezy heaps

Of the little lush summer of mine.