A Summer's Day

Well, love, so be it as you say,Just the hours of a summer's day,And no sighing for what comes after,Whether it be tears or laughter.

Take my hand, and we go togetherInto love's land of golden weather.You to be king and I for queen;Right royally to reign, I ween.

Cool amber wine in cups of goldBring maids, in rosy fingers' hold.Lip-pledged, but, you'll say ere your drinking,My loss were sweeter to your thinking.

And youths shall rob the spring for meOf all the perfumed flowers that be;I'll seek your eyes, and they refusing,I'll answer only at your choosing.

So, love, your hand, and we away.Just the hours of a summer's day,And no weeping for what comes after—If it be tears, we've had our laughter.