SUMMER WOODS 
OME ye into the summer-woods ; 
{aS There entereth no annoy ; 
Se All greenly wave the chestnut leaves, 
And the earth is full of joy. 
I cannot tell you half the sights 
Of beauty you may see, 
The bursts of golden sunshine, 
And many a shady tree. 
There, lightly swung, in bowery glades, 
The honey-suckles twine ; 
There blooms the rose-red campion, 
And the dark-blue columbine. 
