Anonymous British


Summer

I'm coming along with a bounding pace,
To finish the work that spring begun;
I've left them all with a brighter face,
The flowers in the vales through which I've run.
I have hung festoons from laburnum trees,
And clothed the lilac, the birch, the broom;
I've waken'd the sound of humming bees,
And deck'd all nature in brighter bloom.
For this is my life, my glorious reign,
And I'll queen it well in my leafy bower;
All shall be bright in my rich domain;
I'm queen of the leaf, the bud, and the flower,
And I'll reign in triumph, till autumn time
Shall conquer my green and verdant pride;
Then I'll hie me to another clime,
Till I'm call'd again as a sunny bride.
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