I

Summer is sweet, ay, summer is sweet —
Minna mine with the brown brown eyes:
Red are the roses under his feet,
Clear the blue of his windless skies.
Pleasant it is in a boat to glide
On a river whose ripples to ocean haste
With indolent fingers fretting the tide,
And an indolent arm round a darling waist —
And to see, as the western purple dies,
Hesper mirrored in brown brown eyes.

II

Summer is fleet, ah, summer is fleet —
Minna mine with the brown brown eyes:
Onward travel his flying feet,
And the mystical colours of autumn rise.
Clouds will gather round evening's star —
Sorrow may silence our first gay rhyme —
The river's swift ripples flow tardier far
Than the golden minutes of love's sweet time:
But to me, whom omnipotent love makes wise,
There's endless summer in brown brown eyes.