The Green Still New, The Summer Slow Poem by Rich Harney

The green still new, the summer slow
It hasn't yet, the grass — to dun
And down and down the valley low
The pirouette of dancing sun
And all the woodland have their fun
And some faint heart ache there in tow.

The green has still it's lovely shade
The waiting heat, the summer lure
The spring of love begins to fade
Unhappy gods, they have no cure
For April's tune of sweet demur
And bashful things so handsome played

May, the last battalion slowing
Blossoms blazing at eventide
Hot and riot noons are growing
Step this way to summer's ride
How then nature's still and knowing
How then summer steels with pride!