william allingham
song o spirit of the summer time

O spirit of the Summer-time!

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 weary children homeward run,

And peeping stars bid lovers wait.

Bring back the singing; and the scent

Of meadow-lands at dewy prime;

Oh, bring again my heart's content,