Sumer Is Icumen En - Poem by G. Silver
Summer breeze soft, gently, soft,
Under the cool green shade,
Near the dabbling, babbling brook,
Still up, up in the glade.
However long the winter be,
In iced and frozen reign,
Nigh is the time for laugh and love,
Ere summer comes again.
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