"Sing! sing me a song that is fit for to-day,
Sing me a song of the sunshine, a warm sweet lay,
Blue larkspur, and bold white daisies,  ...  odour of hay.
  
Breathe: breathe into music a summer-day tune,
Learnt of the bloom-heavy breezes and honey of noon,
Full of the scent, and the glow, and the passion of June.
  
You shall sit in  ...  shadow to learn it, just under the trees;
You shall let the wind kiss you and fan you, and hark to the bees,
You shall live in the love-laden present, and dream at your ease.
  
And skylarks shall trill all in concert up, up in the blue,
And the bees and the lazy-winged butterfly dance to it too,
While you sing me a song of the summer that's ancient and new."