Poems (Stephens)/Summer is coming

by Eliza Jane Stephens

SUMMER IS COMING.

Over the hill and the valley,
 Over the mountain and plain,
Joyfully summer is coming,
 Bringing her beauties again.

See she is laden with garlands,
 Flinging them low at your feet;
Colors the purest and deepest,
 Odors refreshing and sweet.

Listen, for songs are her welcome,
 With thousands of voices in tune
Woodland and grove are resounding,
 Merrily ushering June.

Sunbeams are chasing the shadows,
 Off from the velvety lea,
Dancing and flitting like fairies,
 Mirthful, exultant and free.

Stronger and fresher and lighter,
 Every heart beats to-day,
Gently the spirit of summer
 Bids us be hopeful for aye.