In one gentle noble hand

Has graced again this pastoral land

From cold dormant roots

Has vaulted mirth to soothe

Leisurely; the canopy transforms green

The ground strewn with colors serene

The rose bud is eager to again breathe

And blossoms too shall be set free

As the moors cover with daisy lace

Then the splendid symphony may weld together

And in collecting entirely the eminence

For a fine ripe splendor

The summer’s fond embrace I await with aglow

In affection's longing

Warmed to the sweet mellifluous air

Not long hence I will be and well

Lolling as were; in a brilliant dream

Among a summers eve