AN INVOCATION.
Float with the dawn o'er the roseate waters,
Brightest and best of the year's fairest daughters;
Come where the blooms of the hill-side are springing,
Wake the wild birds to a thrill of sweet singing;
Come with thine eyes full of passionate splendor,
Reading earth's harmonies dreamy and tender;
Come with thy lips full of love to caress us;
Breath of the summer, draw nearer to bless us!
Brightest and best of the year's fairest daughters;
Come where the blooms of the hill-side are springing,
Wake the wild birds to a thrill of sweet singing;
Come with thine eyes full of passionate splendor,
Reading earth's harmonies dreamy and tender;
Come with thy lips full of love to caress us;
Breath of the summer, draw nearer to bless us!
Speak to the woods, bid their silence be broken;
Speak to the fields, let their lesson be spoken;
Bid the closed cups of the flowers be riven,
Holding each chalice of dew-drops to heaven;
Speak to the fields, let their lesson be spoken;
Bid the closed cups of the flowers be riven,
Holding each chalice of dew-drops to heaven;
