Classic Poem

Come lily-bosom'd Spring,
All bathed in teeming showers,
Thy buds and blossoms bring,
And days with added hours;
While roving bees
Seek lilach trees,
And load the clust'ring flowers.

Oh! dearer to my soul art thou
Than Summer with her sunny brow,
Or Autumn's harvest sky;
For Summer suns bid thee away,
And Autumn's fast declining day
Proclaims fell Winter nigh.