A Well-Versed Summer Solstice

Solstice, summer solstice by Guest of a Guest

'Tis solstice, summer solstice, All sunscreen, shades and fro yo fare; The high-tide hour of midday Breathes summer thoughts everywhere, But most where nighttime is calling The thump of dubstep loud, The patios and parties are lending A shelter from the clouds. And there in those wild bowers A lovely thought is laid; Thoughts of summer 2012, full of promise Move gently round our heads. [Photo via]

Moonlight, summer moonlight by Emily Brontë

'Tis moonlight, summer moonlight, All soft and still and fair; The solemn hour of midnight Breathes sweet thoughts everywhere, But most where trees are sending Their breezy boughs on high, Or stooping low are lending A shelter from the sky. And there in those wild bowers A lovely form is laid; Green grass and dew-steeped flowers Wave gently round her head.