Winter is cold-hearted <br />Spring is yea and nay, <br />Autumn is a weather-cock <br />Blown every way: <br />Summer days for me <br />When every leaf is on its tree; <br /> <br /> <br />When Robin's not a beggar, <br />And Jenny Wren's a bride, <br />And larks hang singing, singing, singing, <br />Over the wheat-fields wide, <br />And anchored lilies ride, <br />And the pendulum spider <br />Swings from side to side, <br /> <br /> <br />And blue-black beetles transact business, <br />And gnats fly in a host, <br />And furry caterpillars hasten <br />That no time be lost, <br />And moths grow fat and thrive, <br />And ladybirds arrive. <br /> <br /> <br />Before green apples blush, <br />Before green nuts embrown, <br />Why, one day in the country <br />Is worth a month in town; <br />Is worth a day and a year <br />Of the dusty, musty, lag-last fashion <br />That days drone elsewhere.<br /><br />Christina Georgina Rossetti<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/summer-146/
