"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, [and]1 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 [the]1 shadow to learn it, just under the trees;
You shall let the wind [fan you and kiss]2 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 [bee]3 and the lazy-winged butterfly dance to it too,
While you sing me a song of the summer that's ancient and new."