Scarce n 7 Hail to Summer, hail!
The advent of benign, though Thin thou thy torrid" countenance intrudes!
Mayhap this greeting savours of the rudest, Yet ponder what thy sudden coming's weought.—0 single stitch of clothing, have That is deemed fit to counteract thy rays T now, forsooth, must sutton cate foe days The while rome clumsy craftsman, (Who styles himse: t a "ploper floleign tailor), Shall learn that I'm no mast, nor shall ay:
Himaclf of chance to build far me a sail!
A few short weeks, and T would shivering rise While dawn was bu: within the skies, And grope my way to where a sullen stove.
Did ower at me and, each mara ing, strove To thwart mine efforts to apply a match Successfully to heterogeneous thatch That Chang named firewood, within its bowels Eill consonants would supersede all vowels Tu my mad stuttering, as Td curse & vain the hoarfrost on the par Meanwhile; a silent witness of the chill The memory of which now serves: Dut Then, on a day, came Spring, with winning smile beguile that of wanton thinking to The unsuspecting. I a. pinon raised Unto the very skies, and loudly raised The mildness that permitted, kindly note, The shedding of my shabby over-cent.
Whereat Spring laughed and vanished straight awa; And Boreas once in held iey sway.
Nor cared I greatly; for, full well knew That the coat, once more, displayed to view, Would' quickly' call her back. Aye, all too 8001 (She came the day I wore it, before noon).
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.