O come! for the lily
Is white on the lea;
O come! for the wood-doves
Are paired on the tree:
The lark sings with dew
On her wings and her feet;
The thrush pours his ditty,
Loud, varied, and sweet:
So come where the twin-hares
’Mid fragrance have been,
And with flowers I will weave thee
A crown like a queen.
O come ! hark the throstle
Invites you aloud;
And wild comes the plover’s cry
Down from the cloud:
The stream lifts its voice,
And you daisy’s begun
To part its red lips
And drink dew in the sun:
The sky laughs in light,
Earth rejoices in green-
So come, and I’ll crown thee
With flowers like a queen!
O, haste! hark the shepherd
Hath waken’d his pipe,
And led out his lambs
Where the blae-berry’s ripe:
The bright sun is tasting
The dew on the thyme;
You glad maiden’s lilting
An old bridal-rhyme:
There’s joy in the heaven
And gladness on earth—
So, come to the sunshine,
And mix in the mirth.