SONNET.ON THE APPROACH OF SUMMER.

SONNET.ON THE APPROACH OF SUMMER.Summerapproaches, filling earth with flowers,The skies with beauty, and the woods with song,While April, like a coy bride, wends alongIn tearful smiles, half-wooed by the gay hours.All nature breathes a welcome to young May,Summer's bright harbinger, who bears her smileThrough every land, with blooming health the while,And all are blest who feel her gladd'ning ray.How pleasant 'tis beneath the summer noon,When the soft wind hath lulled itself asleep,On some fair hill a festival to keep,While fancy on the wing revisits soonTh' o'erarching world, the true, the pure, the fair,Gath'ring with bliss all inspiration there.

Summerapproaches, filling earth with flowers,The skies with beauty, and the woods with song,While April, like a coy bride, wends alongIn tearful smiles, half-wooed by the gay hours.All nature breathes a welcome to young May,Summer's bright harbinger, who bears her smileThrough every land, with blooming health the while,And all are blest who feel her gladd'ning ray.How pleasant 'tis beneath the summer noon,When the soft wind hath lulled itself asleep,On some fair hill a festival to keep,While fancy on the wing revisits soonTh' o'erarching world, the true, the pure, the fair,Gath'ring with bliss all inspiration there.

Summerapproaches, filling earth with flowers,The skies with beauty, and the woods with song,While April, like a coy bride, wends alongIn tearful smiles, half-wooed by the gay hours.All nature breathes a welcome to young May,Summer's bright harbinger, who bears her smileThrough every land, with blooming health the while,And all are blest who feel her gladd'ning ray.How pleasant 'tis beneath the summer noon,When the soft wind hath lulled itself asleep,On some fair hill a festival to keep,While fancy on the wing revisits soonTh' o'erarching world, the true, the pure, the fair,Gath'ring with bliss all inspiration there.

Summerapproaches, filling earth with flowers,The skies with beauty, and the woods with song,While April, like a coy bride, wends alongIn tearful smiles, half-wooed by the gay hours.All nature breathes a welcome to young May,Summer's bright harbinger, who bears her smileThrough every land, with blooming health the while,And all are blest who feel her gladd'ning ray.How pleasant 'tis beneath the summer noon,When the soft wind hath lulled itself asleep,On some fair hill a festival to keep,While fancy on the wing revisits soonTh' o'erarching world, the true, the pure, the fair,Gath'ring with bliss all inspiration there.

Summerapproaches, filling earth with flowers,

The skies with beauty, and the woods with song,

While April, like a coy bride, wends along

In tearful smiles, half-wooed by the gay hours.

All nature breathes a welcome to young May,

Summer's bright harbinger, who bears her smile

Through every land, with blooming health the while,

And all are blest who feel her gladd'ning ray.

How pleasant 'tis beneath the summer noon,

When the soft wind hath lulled itself asleep,

On some fair hill a festival to keep,

While fancy on the wing revisits soon

Th' o'erarching world, the true, the pure, the fair,

Gath'ring with bliss all inspiration there.


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