Summer, Sweet Summer, Many-Fingered Summer! We Hold Thee Very Dear, As Well We May: It Is The Kernel Of The Year To-Day-- All Hail To Thee! Thou Art A Welcome Comer! If Every Insect Were A Fairy Drummer, And I A Fifer That Could Deftly Play, We'd Give The Old Earth Such A Roundelay That She Would Cast All Thought Of Labour From Her.-- Ah! What Is This Upon My Window-Pane? Some Sulky, Drooping Cloud Comes Pouting Up, Stamping Its Glittering Feet Along The Plain!-- Well, I Will Let That Idle Fancy Drop! Oh, How The Spouts Are Bubbling With The Rain! And All The Earth Shines Like A Silver Cup!