As wandering breezes wake again to song
Some silent viol till the spaces throng
With gay life, music-conjured, and the spell
Seems to but thrill the vibrant chanterelle
To tenderer melody;
So memory shall breathe across the strings
Of these glad college years, rose-twined, where clings
In after days the music of fair hours
To wake their sweetness, fragrance of past flowers,
To tenderer melody.