Cherish here, and water it with tears!

Without above that loving splendour,

Shedding light and warmth! without

Some kindred natures of my kind

To joy in me, or yearn towards me now!

Summer glows warm on the meadows, and speedwell, and gold-cups, and

Darken 'mid deepening masses of sorrel, and shadowy grasses

Show the ripe hue to the farmer, and summon the scythe and the hay-