Wild skylarks hover, the gorses blaze,
The rich ripe rose as with incense steams—
Midsummer days! Midsummer days!
A soul from the honeysuckle strays,
And the nightingale, as from prophet heights,
Speaks to the Earth of her million Mays—
Midsummer nights! O Midsummer nights!
And it's oh for my Dear and the charm that stays—
Midsummer days! Midsummer days!
And it's oh for my Love and the dark that plights—