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Christina Georgina Rossetti

Summer Days

Winter is cold-hearted;

Spring is yea and nay;

Autumn is a weathercock,

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.