Tiptoe in Summer

I stand tiptoe in summer's gay,

Still mood and view a Milky Way

Of daisy stars where grasses hide

Shy violets. Each bloom a bride,

Late lilacs with a breeze ballet.

Blue asters hem the book; a spray

Of birch is mirrored; wind-lutes play ...

Where lily yachts in stillness glide,

I stand tiptoe.

Although this beauty cannot stay--

The rose that blooms and shuts today

Will bud no more--yet deep inside

My heart I hold the summer's tide

Of blossoming thought-ripples sway--

I stand tiptoe.