Oh, bring again my heart's content,Thou Spirit of the Summer-time!

Scarcely a tear to shed;Hardly a word to say;The end of a Summer's day;Sweet Love is dead.

Autumn's the mellow time.

Autumn's the mellow time.

But this is not my little bed;That time is far away;With strangers now I live instead,From dreary day to day.

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate