-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 lifeless eyes
Then a leap of joy comes to our spirit
for Spring,
Oh sweet Spring!
She will chase winter away, bringing flowers
from April's Showers.
Spreading seads hither and thither rejoicing for your coming once again
Fair Summer,
grass protruding from the grounds, peeking out
on the lookout for Jack, who stays only a little way off
continually thinking of his return-
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