Summer in the Heart
David Russell
Aitken
Aitken, David Russell
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University of Victoria Digital Victorian Periodical Poetry Project
Victoria, BC, Canada
In the public domain
Chambers’s Journal ledger indicates that Aitken was paid 10s 6d for the poem (NLS Dep 341/370). (AC)
Chambers’s Edinburgh Journal
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Spring-time may lose its freshest tints,
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Summer in the Hear
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Spring-time may lose its freshest tints,
And Autumn leaves their gold,
The bitter blast and snowy wreath
May sweep across the wold ;
But the years are full of splendours
That never will depart,
For they shed eternal fragrance
When there’s Summer in the Heart.
The shadows linger on the earth,
The sunbeams hide away,
The sad mists fold their chill white hands
About the face of day ;
The tumult and the rush of life
Sound aye in street and mart ;
But they cannot drown life’s music
When there’s Summer in the Heart.
The city towers are crumbling fast,
And totter to their fall ;
The ivied castle on the height
Shows many a ruined wall ;
But men build eternal dwellings
With strange and wondrous art,
They are shrines for the Immortals
When there’s Summer in the Heart.
David Russell Aitken
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