When June is back, and earth is kind,—
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'Tis long, this winter day, perdie!—
And frost and snow are left behind,
And leaves are green upon the tree,
And happy lives of bird and bee
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Sport in the re-awakened beam,
Love, I appoint a tryst with thee—
At the Sign of the Singing Stream.
O come upon the summer wind,
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And bring thy blue eyes like the sea,
And all thy long bright hair unbind,
Wafting its fragrance out to me,
Leave all thy whiteness wild and free,
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And like a woodland dryad gleam—
Love only shall be there to see,
At the Sign of the Singing Stream.
Then we the leafy grot shall find,
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The rose-embowered sanctuary,
Where hangs the fruit with golden rind,
And we shall eat right merrily,
And as the immortal gods shall be,
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Glad children of the cosmic dream,
Transfigured with felicity—
At the Sign of the Singing Stream.
Princess, the solemn stars decree,
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As part of the celestial scheme,
This tryst, whereof we keep the key
At the Sign of the Singing Stream.