Summer Sylph slips silently

Tween pages damp from heat

And speaks in whispers softly through

The tree leaves while you sleep

Summer Sylph is waiting for you

In your midnight mind

Step out of doors and into gardens

Campus nooks you’ll find

Sparrows, dapples, blooms and breezes

Wait for you out there

Courtyards, stones and waterfalls

Summer’s coolest fare

Take up your work and wander out

To listen for the Sylph

She’ll stir your mind and soothe your heart

The season’s mindwork gilt

A. Graham,  2010