I AM COMING!

I AM coming! I am coming! sings the robin on the wing; Soon the gates of spring will open; where you loiter I will sing; Turn your thoughts to merriest music, send it ringing down the vale, Where the yellow-bird is waiting on the old brown meadow-rail. I am coming! I am coming! sings the summer from afar; And her voice is like the shining of some silver-mantled star; In it breathes the breath of flowers, in it hides the dawn of day, In it wake the happy showers of the merry, merry May!