Twice had Summer her fair Verdure
Proffered to the Plain —
Twice a Winter's silver Fracture
On the Rivers been —
Two full Autumns for the Squirrel
Bounteous prepared —
Nature, Had'st thou not a Berry
For thy wandering Bird?
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What shall I do when the Summer troubles —
What, when the Rose is ripe —
What when the Eggs fly off in Music
From the Maple Keep?
What shall I do when the Skies a'chirrup
Drop a Tune on me —
When the Bee hangs all Noon in the Buttercup
What will become of me?
Oh, when...Would you like summer? Taste of ours.
Spices? Buy here!
Ill! We have berries, for the parching!
Weary! Furloughs of down!
Perplexed! Estates of violet trouble ne'er looked on!
Captive! We bring reprieve of roses!
Fainting! Flasks of air!
Even for Death, a fairy medicine.
But,...