BREATH of Summer, how I feel you,
As you play about my brow;
Wings of damask roses fan me,
Through that bed of violets, now.
Smell of blossom; taste of berry;
Sound of brooklet; flash of bird:
All the memories of my boyhood
Have, in turn, my bosom stirr'd.
Hand, That holds me; Eye, That guides me;
Heart, That loved me, to the death:
New devotion thrills my spirit,
While I breathe this summer breath!
RIVERSIDE, January 29, 1849.