New love's a smooth and silky cloak,
A light frost cool and sheer,
A gentle, curious garment
I wear when you are near.

Waken first day of summer!
Cast off thy repose,
Come with me in the misty dawn--
Oh, that the sun ne'er rose

To chase the mist from the meadow
And dry the dew from the lawn,
To find us at noon in the garden,
Walking love's path further on....