The Summer's Call

Come away! the sunny hours
Woo thee far to founts and bowers!
O'er the very waters now,
In their play,
Flowers are shedding beauty's glow —
Come away!
Where the lily's tender gleam
Quivers on the glancing stream —
Come away!

And the air is filled with sound,
Soft, and sultry, and profound;
Murmurs through the shadowy grass
Lightly stray;
Faint winds whisper as they pass —
Come away;
Where the bee's deep music swells
From the trembling foxglove bells —
Come away!

In the skies the sapphire blue
Now hath won its richest hue;
In the woods the breath of song
Night and day
Floats with leafy scents along —
Come away!
Where the boughs with dewy gloom
Darken each thick bed of bloom
Come away!

In the deep heart of the rose
Now the crimson love-hue glows;
Now the glow-worm's lamp by night
Sheds a ray
Dreamy, starry, greenly bright —
Come away!
Where the fair cup-moss lies,
With the wild-wood strawberries,
Come away!

Now each tree by summer crown'd,
Sheds its own rich twilight round;
Glancing there from sun to shade,
Bright wings play;
There the deer its couch hath made —
Come away!
Where the smooth leaves of the lime
Glisten in their honey-time —
Come away — away!
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