On a Picture (Botta 01)

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        When Summer o'er her native hills
            A veil of beauty spread,
        She sat and watched her gentle fold,
            And twined her flaxen thread.
 
        The mountain daisies kissed her feet,
            The moss sprung greenest there;
        The breath of Summer fanned her cheek,
            And tossed her wavy hair.
 
        The heather and the yellow gorse
            Bloomed over hill and wold,
        And clothed them in a royal robe
            Of purple and of gold.
 
        There rose the sky-lark's gushing song;
            There hummed the laboring bee;
        And merrily the mountain stream
            Ran singing to the sea.
 
        But while she missed from those sweet sounds,
            The voice she sighed to hear;
        The song of bee, and bird, and stream,
            Was discord to her ear.
 
        Nor could the bright green world around
            A joy to her impart,
        For still she missed the eyes that made
            The summer of her heart.
 

This work was published before January 1, 1926, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.