Now comes the sudden summer,
The beautiful fierce summer,
Out of the tangle roses
And wilding berry-vines;
We mocked and called her, sleeping,
We quail at her outleaping--
Lo! through the jungle-roses,
An eye that burning shines.
Come night, O night, the charmer,
With thy soft breath disarm her;
O Morning, stay thy music,
Wake not the leopardess;
On all winds gently blowing,
Play airs like waters flowing;
And bind in snare of slumber
Her fearful loveliness.
