O the scent of the limes on the linden tree!
How it brings the love-days back to me,
How it wakens the mem'ries of long ago
Of summer months with their sunlit glow
And the hum of bees in pastures green
And the purling of streams that wound between,
And sequestered haunts we used to know
When we were young in the Long Ago.
Linden blossoms
By Jeffrey Dolezal Hrbek