May Memories by Joseph C. Lincoln — Read

To my office window, gray, / Come the sunbeams in their play, / Come the dancing, glancing sunbeams, airy fairies of the May; / Like a breath of summer-time, / Setting Memory's bells a-chime, / Till their jingle seems to mingle with the measure of my rhyme.

And above the tramp of feet, / And the clamor of the street, / I can hear the thrush's singing, ringing high and clear and sweet, -- / Hear the murmur of the breeze / Through the bloom-starred apple trees, / And the ripples softly splashing and the dashing of the seas;