SUMMER. 113 
In the deep heart of the rose, 
Now the crimson love-hue glows ; 
Now the glow-worm's lamp by night 
Sheds a ray 
Dreary, starry, greenly bright — 
Come away! 
Where the fairy cup-moss lies, 
With the wild wood strawberries, 
Come away ! 
Hemans. 
