THE summer sun shone round me,
The folded valley lay
In a stream of sun and odour,
That sultry summer day.
The tall trees stood in the sunlight
As still as still could be,
But the deep gra** sighed and rustled
And bowed and beckoned me.
The deep gra** moved and whispered
And bowed and brushed my face.
It whispered in the sunshine:
"The winter comes apace."