A Dream of Summer by Mary N. Prescott

WEST wind and sunshine
Braided together,
What is the one sign
But pleasant weather?

Birds in the cherry-trees,
Bees in the clover;
Who half so gay as these
All the world over?
Violets among the grass,
Roses regretting
How soon the summer ’ll pass,—
Next year forgetting.
Buds sighing in their sleep,
“Summer, pray grant us
Youth, that its bloom will keep
Fragrance to haunt us!”
Rivulets that shine and sing,
Sunbeams abetting,—
No more remembering
Their frozen fretting.
Sweet music in the wind,
Sun in the showers;
All these we’re sure to find
In summer hours.