O SPIRIT of the
Bring back the roses to the dells ;
The swallow from her distant clime,
The honey-bee from drowsy cells.
Bring back the
friendship of the sun ;
The gilded evenings, calm and late,
When merry children homeward run,
And peeping stars bid lovers wait.
Bring back the singing;
and the scent
Of meadowlands at dewy prime;—
Oh, bring again my heart's content,
Thou Spirit of the Summertime !