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      Winter is cold-hearted;
      Spring is yea and nay;
      Autumn is a weathervane;
      Blown every way:
      Summer days for me
      When every leaf is on its tree,

      When Robin's not a beggar,
      And Jenny Wren's a bride;
      And larks hang, singing, singing, singing,
      Over the wheat-fields wide,
      And anchored lilies ride,
      And the pendulum spider,
      Swings from side to side,

      And blue-black beetles transact business,
      And gnats fly in a host,
      And furry caterpillars hasten
      That no time be lost,
      And moths grow fat and thrive,
      And lady birds arrive,

      Before green apples blush,
      Before green nuts embrown,
      Why, one day in the country
      Is worth a month in town--
      Is worth a day and a year
      Of the dusty, musty, lag-last fashion
      That days drone elsewhere.

      SuperSite for Kids! Bry-Back Manor!
      Rainbow Magic! Fun from Jen!
      Summer Activities! BlackDog's Summer Camp!

      Back to Holidays!

      Summer Days by Christina G. Rossetti

      2003 NorseLady~AMS~DM