Summer Winds

The wind waves oer the meadows green     And shakes my own wild flowers     And shifts about the moving scene     Like the life of summer hours;     The little bents with reedy head,     The scarce seen shapes of flowers,     All kink about like skeins of thread     In these wind-shaken hours.     All stir and strife and life and bustle     In everything around one sees;     The rushes whistle, sedges rustle,     The grass is buzzing round like bees;     The butterflies are tossed about     Like skiffs upon a stormy sea;     The bees are lost amid the rout     And drop in [their] perplexity.     Wilt thou be mine, thou bonny lass?     Thy drapery floats so gracefully;     We'll walk along the meadow grass,     We'll stand beneath the willow tree.     We'll mark the little reeling bee     Along the grassy ocean rove,     Tossed like a little boat at sea,     And interchange our vows of love.