Invocation To Summer.

    Come, Summer, come, nor in the south delay;
    We do thee honor with a longer day;
    We prize thee more, we better know thy worth;
    We hold thee dearer in the truer north:
                Come, Summer, come.

    Come, Summer, come, and in the early dawn
    Find sparkling dewdrops on the fragrant lawn;
    Hush all before thy majesty at noon,
    And hallow the long evening hours; come soon,
                Come, Summer, come.

    Come, Summer, come, make meadow grasses long;
    Make all the groves exuberant with song,
    The pasture corners canopy with shades,
    And thickly roof the silent forest glades:
                Come, Summer, come.

    Come, Summer, come, and with thy magic breath
    Make consummation of the death of death;
    Complete the work of thy sweet sister, Spring;
    Life more abundantly give everything:
                Come, Summer, come.