How can there be any bitterness or any regret
Here, on Midsummer's Night? In the clear dark,
The pewter sky above, on the silver river
The black specks of geese sail gladly by.
The morris bells are ringing on the quiet green
Where the dancers leap and grin in the dusk
To summon summer's celebrating glance and
Spirit of life. Go, dance! Hearts, rise!
Crops grow, and hopes, and harvest thrive!
Here at midsummer on the bright Thames-side
I cannot admit of bitterness or regret
While the dusk-dark geese go sailing,
Alive through the silver of the midsummer night.