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...

Poet:
Poet:

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!...

Poet: