| Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). A Victorian Anthology, 1837–1895. 1895. |
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| A Summer Day |
| | | Henry Charles Beeching (b. 185–) |
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| GREEN leaves panting for joy with the great wind rushing through; | |
| A burst of the sun from cloud and a sparkle on valley and hill, | |
| Gold on the corn, and red on the poppy, and on the rill | |
| Silver, and over all white clouds afloat in the blue. | |
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| Swallows that dart, a lark unseen, innumerous song | 5 |
| Chirruped and twittered, a lowing of cows in the meadow grass, | |
| Murmuring gnats, and bees that suck their honey and pass: | |
| God is alive, and at work in the world:—we did it wrong. | |
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| Human eyes, and human hands, and a human face | |
| Darkly beheld before in a vision, not understood, | 10 |
| Do I at last begin to feel as I stand and gaze | |
| Why God waited for this, then called the world very good? | |
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