Stay Summer Breath
(published by W. C. Peters, Field & Co., Cincinnati, 1848)
Summer breath, Summer breath, whispring low,
Wand’ring in darkness, where would we go?
Wilt thou not linger and perfume the night,
With the fragrance thou’st gather’d in regions of light?
Dost sigh for the rose, would’st then visit her bower,
Or sport with the mist till the coming of day;
Or art thou seeking some modest wild flower,
Whose beauty is gone with the sun’s parting ray.
Summer breath, Summer breath, woo not the rose,
There lies the dew drop in blissful repose,
Nestling together, they kow not of death;
Would’st waft them a sunder? Stay summer breath
Stay for the vapours above yonder fountain,
Will shun thy caresses they love not the air.
And all the wild flowers that bloom on the mountain,
Will shrink from thy kiss Summer breath, go not there!