A Girl in Summer

She took the summer to her blood Through her sweet mouth. Until her sleepy mood Was warm as sunny walls of the old south.

It seemed the yellow light Had fruitful powers, Beneath her bosom's white Leapt sudden flowers.

Each round as the breast From whose dear core it sprang, And in the middle of each flower a nest, In which a young bird sang;

Sang for joy of a coming And for joy of a name, And the petals of the flower Leapt like flame.

Driving with a sweet compelling Towards his dwelling, As her singing birds were telling.