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Christina Georgina Rossetti - Summer
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Winter is cold-hearted 
Spring is yea and nay, 
Autumn is a weather-cock 
Blown every way: 
Summer days for me 
When every leaf is on its tree; 


When Robin`s not a beggar, 
And Jenny Wren`s a bride, 
And larks hang singing, singing, singing, 
Over the wheat-fields wide, 
And anchored lilies ride, 
And the pendulum spider 
Swings from side to side, 


And blue-black beetles transact business, 
And gnats fly in a host, 
And furry caterpillars hasten 
That no time be lost, 
And moths grow fat and thrive, 
And ladybirds arrive. 


Before green apples blush, 
Before green nuts embrown, 
Why, one day in the country 
Is worth a month in town; 
Is worth a day and a year 
Of the dusty, musty, lag-last fashion 
That days drone elsewhere.
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