Summer for Thee, Grant I May Be（1/1）

Eily Di

Sur for thee, grant I ay be

When sur days are flown!

Thy ic still, when Whippoorwill

And Oriole—are done!

For thee to bloo, Ill skip the tob

And row y blossos over!

Pray gather —Aneone—

Thy flower—foreverore!