Sweet Summer Dreams, From Dried Flowers

Sweet summer dreams are to delight us all, When old winter goes away in its dim; Its weary worn weather and breezy hymn, With coldness and frosty earth confrontal. The bleedings of colours will give its tone, To the summer now new freshness singing! Greenness to hills and the growth back bringing, When flowers together shall stand not alone. The sweetness of joy will lit like a flame, And give back its colours from grey and dead; There will be more blue, the green and red, And all other countless without proper name. Laurels of the summer in fresh they come, How sweet the rose: as the lover's blossom.