A song for the season, my dear, my dear!
A song for the sunshiny weather!
And what does it matter the time o' the year,
When you and I are together? A song for the summer flying south--
A flattering song to stay her!--
And if I were a bird with a golden mouth
I would not care to delay her. All the year round my skies are blue,
Into your blue eyes gazing;
Shining, smiling, tender and true--
O, these are the ones for praising. The best of mine that the year could claim
Were a homage but half-hearted,
For I know this brightness will be the same
When her bloom has all departed. When out of the world the sunshine slips,
Its hoard the hearthstone showeth;
The one light suffereth no eclipse
Whatever the way it goeth. It's you that's nearing the summer's crown,
To you all sweet names gather;
It's you I love when the snows are down--
O let me sing you rather! For though I utter it unaware,
Your name is a spell that raises
All ringing sprites that dwell in the air,
Making a sheaf of praises. A song to the youth our years above
Holding all worlds in tether--
It suits all seasons, my love, my love,
While you and I are together!