It will be Summer -- eventually.

The poem

It will be Summer -- eventually. Ladies -- with parasols -- Sauntering Gentlemen -- with Canes -- And little Girls -- with Dolls --

Will tint the pallid landscape -- As 'twere a bright Bouquet -- Thro' drifted deep, in Parian -- The Village lies -- today --

The Lilacs -- bending many a year -- Will sway with purple load -- The Bees -- will not despise the tune -- Their Forefathers -- have hummed --

The Wild Rose -- redden in the Bog -- The Aster -- on the Hill Her everlasting fashion -- set -- And Covenant Gentians -- frill --

Till Summer folds her miracle -- As Women -- do -- their Gown -- Of Priests -- adjust the Symbols -- When Sacrament -- is done --