Perished by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

I called to the summer sun, / "Come over the hills to-day! / Unlock the rivers, and tell them to run, / And kiss the snow-drifts and melt them away. " / And the sun came over -- a tardy lover -- / And unlocked the river, and told it to glide / And kissed the snow-drift till it fainted and died.

I called to the robin, "Come back! / Come up from the south and sing! " / And robin sailed up on an airy track, / And smoothed down his feathers and oiled his wing. / And the notes came gushing, gurgling, rushing, / In thrills and quavers, clear, mellow and strong, / Till the glad air quivered and rang with song.