Analysis of So Long In Coming

When shall I hear the thrushes sing,
 And see their graceful, round throats swelling?
When shall I watch the bluebirds bring
 The straws and twiglets for their dwelling?
When shall I hear among the trees
 The little martial partridge drumming?
Oh! Hasten! Sights and sounds that please –
 The summer is so long in coming.

The winds are talking with the sun;
 I hope they will combine together
And melt the snow-drifts, one by one,
 And bring again the golden weather.
Oh, haste, make haste, dear sun and wind,
 I long to hear the brown bee humming;
I seek for blooms I cannot find,
 The summer is so long in coming.

The winter has been cold, so cold;
 Its winds are harsh, and bleak, and dreary,
And all its sports are stale and old;
 We wait for something now more cheery.
Come up, O summer, from the south,
 And bring the harps your hands are thrumming.
We pine for kisses from your mouth!
 Oh! Do not be so long in coming.