When Summer comes in her glory and brave the whole
earth blows,

when colours burn and perfumes impassion the gladden’d
air

then methinks thy laughter seeks me on every breeze
that goes

and I feel thy breathing warmth about me everywhere.

Or in the dreamy eve, when our soul is spread in the
skies,

when Life for an hour is hush’d, and the gaze is wide to
behold

what day may not show nor night, then sure it were no
surprise

to find thee beside me sitting, the pitying eyes of old.

But ah, when the winter rains drive hard on the
blacken’d pane

and the grief of the lonely wind is lost in the waste
outside,

when the room is high and chill and I seek my place in
vain,

I know that seas plash cold in the night and the world is wide.