For some people, there is nothing more beautiful than a summer where even in the dampest reeds the reeds are ablaze and the heat penetrates to the bones. These people soak up as much warmth and comfort as they can when their time comes, and they become blissfully content in their usually rather unhurried existence, a joy that others rarely experience. I belong to this class of people. Hermann Hesse. The "royal time" inspired Hermann Hesse to create a multitude of poems and reflections that tell of the beauty and exuberant splendor of summer.