That's my favorite poem,
I can feel
Till youth and genial years are flown,
Now welcome,summer,with thy sunshine soft,
This wintry weather thou wilt overtake,
And drive away the night so long and black!
Saint Valentine, thou who art crowned aloft,
The little birds are singing for thy sake:
Now welcome,summer,with thy sunshine soft,
This wintry weather thou wilt overtake.
They have good reason to be glad,and oft,
Since each has found his mate in buth and brake.
Now welcome,summer,with thy sunshine soft,
This wintry weather thou wilt overtake,
And drive away the night so long and black!