“When blood of autumn

Runs warm and red

In all the branches

Over head—

Sing clear bright sunshine,

And tender haze,

Sing glad beginning

Of College Days!

“When pines and spruces

Are bowed with snow,

When ponds are frozen

And keen winds blow—

Sing cozy corners

Or jingling sleighs,

Sing work or frolic

Of College Days!

“When comes sweet April,

With soft slow rain,

And earth has broken

Her frozen chain—

Sing low shy birdnotes,

And woodland ways,

Sing mirth and music

Of College Days!

“When June days linger,

And warm winds blow

O’er fields of daisies

Adrift like snow—

Sing sad leave-takings

And tender praise

Of all the mem’ries

Of College Days!”

—Vassarion, ’95.