Felicia Hemans

“ And brightly in the forests,
To the wild deer wandering free;
And brightly, 'midst the garden-flowers,
Is the happy murmuring bee.
But how to human bosoms,
With all their hopes and fears,
And thoughts that make them eagle-wings,
To pierce the unborn years?
Sweet Summer! to the captive
Thou hast flown in burning dreams
Of the woods, with all their whispering leaves,
And the blue rejoicing streams ”

“ Thou'rt bearing hence thy roses,
Glad Summer, fare thee well!
Thou'rt singing thy last melodies
In every wood and dell. ”