Fugitive Poetry. 1600–1878/The Summer Comes
The Summer Comes!
She comes! she comes! with her flashing eyes,
And her cheek of passion's hue,
'Mid a train of aërial symphonies,
In a garment of cloudless blue.
She comes, and her spell is on earth and skies,
Over land and over sea,
In her warm maturity,
She comes! the summer comes!
And her cheek of passion's hue,
'Mid a train of aërial symphonies,
In a garment of cloudless blue.
She comes, and her spell is on earth and skies,
Over land and over sea,
In her warm maturity,
She comes! the summer comes!