Poem by William Watson

Reluctant Summer

Reluctant Summer! once, a maid
Full easy of access,
In many a bee-frequented shade
Thou didst thy lover bless.
Divinely unreproved I played,
Then, with each liberal tress--
And art thou grown at last afraid
Of some too close caress?

Or deem'st that if thou shouldst abide
My passion might decay?
Thou leav'st me pining and denied,
Coyly thou say'st me nay.
Ev'n as I woo thee to my side,
Thou, importuned to stay,
Like Orpheus' half-recovered bride
Ebb'st from my arms away. 

1. Scentless Flow'rs I Bring Thee
2. On Landor's “Hellenics”
3. In Laleham Churchyard
4. Mensis Lacrimarum
5. England to Ireland

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