Mary Botham Howitt

(1799-1888 / England)

Summer Song Of The Strawberry-Girl - Poem by Mary Botham Howitt

It is summer! it is summer! how beautiful it looks!
There is sunshine on the old gray hills, and sunshine on the brooks
A singing-bird on every bough, soft perfumes on the air,
A happy smile on each young lip, and gladness everywhere.

Oh! is it not a pleasant thing to wander through the woods,
To look upon the painted flowers, and watch the opening buds;
Or seated in the deep cool shade at some tall ash-tree's root,
To fill my little basket with the sweet and scented fruit?

They tell me that my father's poor - that is no grief to me
When such a blue and brilliant sky my upturn'd eye can see;
They tell me, too, that richer girls can sport with toy and gem;
It may be so - and yet, methinks, I do not envy them.

When forth I go upon my way, a thousand toys are mine,
The clusters of dark violets, the wreaths of the wild vine;
My jewels are the primrose pale, the bind-weed, and the rose;
And shew me any courtly gem more beautiful than those.

And then the fruit! the glowing fruit, how sweet the scent it breathes!
I love to see its crimson cheek rest on the bright green leaves!
Summer's own gift of luxury, in which the poor may share,
The wild-wood fruit my eager eye is seeking everywhere.

Oh! summer is a pleasant time, with all its sounds and sights;
Its dewy mornings, balmy eves, and tranquil calm delights;
I sigh when first I see the leaves fall yellow on the plain,
And all the winter long I sing - Sweet summer, come again.


Comments about Summer Song Of The Strawberry-Girl by Mary Botham Howitt

  • * Sunprincess * (1/17/2016 8:34:00 AM)

    ..........a super nice and most beautiful tribute to summer....a lovely lyrical write ★ (Report) Reply

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  • Mohammed Asim Nehal Mohammed Asim Nehal (1/17/2016 2:26:00 AM)

    And then the fruit! the glowing fruit, how sweet the scent it breathes!
    I love to see its crimson cheek rest on the bright green leaves!
    Summer's own gift of luxury, in which the poor may share,
    The wild-wood fruit my eager eye is seeking everywhere. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, September 28, 2010



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