It will be Summer eventually
It will be Summer eventually.
Ladies with parasols
Sauntering Gentlemen with Canes
And little Girls with Dolls
Will tint the pallid landscape
As ’twere a bright Bouquet
Thro’ drifted deep, in Parian
The Village lies today
The Lilacs bending many a year
Will sway with purple load
The Bees will not despise the tune
Their Forefathers have hummed
The Wild Rose redden in the Bog
The Aster on the Hill
Her everlasting fashion set
And Covenant Gentians frill
Till Summer folds her miracle
As Women do their Gown
Of Priests adjust the Symbols
When Sacrament is done





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