Tell All The World

Tell all the world that summer’s here again With song and joy; tell them, that they may know How, on the hillside, in the shining fields New clumps of violets and daisies grow. Tell all the world that summer’s here again, That white clouds voyage through a sky so still With blue tranquillity, it seems to hang One windless tapestry, from hill to hill. Tell all the world that summer’s here again: Folk go about so solemnly and slow, Walking each one his grooved and ordered way⁠— I fear that, otherwise they will not know!