Hush! I see the Summer,
Summer, Summer floating through.
Climbs the sun, with ecstasy of shining,
From the blush of rising into gold;
And the river's heart, with close defining,
Tells the same sweet story it is told;
Hills are veiled in tender mists anew;
From the liquid skies' unshadowed blue-
Hush! I see the Summer,
Summer, Summer flooding through.