Thomas Hardy - Summer Schemes lyrics

When friendly summer calls again,   Calls again Her little fifers to these hills, We'll go - we two - to that arched fane Of leaf*ge where they prime their bills Before they start to flood the plain With quavers, minims, shakes, and trills.   “ - We'll go,” I sing; but who shall say   What may not chance before that day! And we shall see the waters spring,   Waters spring From chinks the scrubby copses crown; And we shall trace their oncreeping To where the cascade tumbles down And sends the bobbing growths aswing, And ferns not quite but almost drown.   “ - We shall,” I say; but who may sing   Of what another moon will bring!