Dawn of Summer

Soft Summer's first day!
How radiant the sky!
Merles lilt their full lay, —
Would Laiga were nigh!
Clear call the cuckoos,
Glad welcomes still greet
Sweet Summer's bright hues!
By branchy wood's brim
Swift steeds seek the stream,
Its gleam swallows skim;
Floweth fine heather's hair,
Bloweth frail bog-down fair;'
Flee-eth frown of evil sign,
Planets beam bright benign,
Soft sigh the sleepy seas,
Flowers flourish o'er the leas.