English poem
CHORUS OF SPIRITS.
by Frances Fuller Victor (1826–1902)
Ring every flower-bell on the wind, And let each insect louder sing; Let elfin "joy be unconfined;" And let the laughing fairies bring A wreath enchanted, and to bind Upon the Poet's worthy brow Heartsease and laurel, and a kind Of valley lily, white as snow; And fresh May-roses, branching long— Braid all these in a garland gay, To crown the Poet for his song, Sung in our haunts this summer day!