Classic Poem

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?

Strawberries in 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 may keep
Fragrance to haunt us!”

Rivers that shine and sing,
Sunbeams abetting,—
No more remembering
Their frozen fretting.

Music along the wind,
Sun in the showers;
What more shall any find
In summer hours!