Oh! when 'tis summer weather

William Lisle Bowles

1762 to 1850

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Oh! when 'tis summer weather, 
And the yellow bee, with fairy sound, 
The waters clear is humming round, 
And the cuckoo sings unseen, 
And the leaves are waving green — 
Oh! then 'tis sweet, 
In some remote retreat, 
To hear the murmuring, dove, 
With those whom on earth alone we love. 
And to wind through the greenwood together. 
But when 'tis winter weather, 
And crosses grieve, 
And friends deceive, 
And rain and sleet 
The lattice beat, — 
Oh! then 'tis sweet 
To sit and sing 
Of the friends with whom, in the days of spring, 
We roamed through the greenwood together.