Poems (Terry, 1861)/Song (Airs of Summer that softly blow)
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SONG.
Airs of Summer that softly blow,
Sing your whispering songs to me,
Over the grass like a shadow go,
Flutter your wings in the rustling tree.
Sing your whispering songs to me,
Over the grass like a shadow go,
Flutter your wings in the rustling tree.
Curl the wave on the sunny sand,
Rock the bee in its rose asleep,
Scatter odors from strand to strand,
Over ocean in laughter sweep.
Rock the bee in its rose asleep,
Scatter odors from strand to strand,
Over ocean in laughter sweep.
Kiss the snows on the mountain height,
Vex the river that leaps beneath,
Sing in the fir-trees your sweet good-night,
And cease like a baby's slumbering breath.
Vex the river that leaps beneath,
Sing in the fir-trees your sweet good-night,
And cease like a baby's slumbering breath.