O spirit of the Summer-time! Bring back the roses to the dells; The swallow from her distant clime, The honey-bee from drowsy cells. Bring back the friendship of the sun; The gilded evenings calm and late, When weary children homeward run, And peeping stars bid lovers wait. Bring back the singing; and the scent Of meadow-lands at dewy prime; Oh, bring again my heart's content, Thou Spirit of the Summer-time!