Flowers are shedding beauty's glow—
Come away!
Where the lily's tender gleam
Quivers on the glancing stream,
Come away!
All the air is filled with sound,
Soft and sultry, and profound;
Murmurs through the shadowy grass
Lightly stray;
Faint winds whisper as they pass:
Where the bee's deep music swells
From the trembling foxglove bells.
Come away!