3 Is A Crowd
-Summer, oh give one more minute of joyful moments!
One more memoir of the trinkling creek,
twitering and teasing the rocks.
The wind wispering sweet things to dandy-lions,
who talk and fret over the grasses.
until next year then, when nature and all her charges are older
adiue fair summer, for your sweet kisses give me no comfort
nor doese the sun veil me in her warmth
Oh fie on winter!
jackfrost laghing as all come and go,
nipping at our rosey cheeks, not colored by a blush
but by his coldness which we suffer with dull ...