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“Summer Dawn”
(England)

Awake! awake! now from the mist-wreath'd sea,
Apollo wanders with his torch of gold
To light the waiting hills, to wake the bee,
To bid the butterflies again unfold
Their beauty-painted wings to give delight
Unto a day new-born. The awaking rose
Disrobes the dew-mark'd mantle of repose
And bares her beauteous bosom to the light.
Now, one by one, the joy-fill'd skylarks rise
To chant proud praises round Apollo's throne:
And insects creep, and hosts of happy flies
The hunting swallows chase above the meres.
The poppies shake and shed their dewy tears
As pollen-seeking bees begin to drone.

—Samuel Hulme Bridgford.
(Decoration by Frederick Walter Perry.)