SUMMER. 
10 
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. 
