Then thar blows a meller breaf!
Ingin summer's hyere agin.
Kind-uh smoky-lookin' blues
Spins acrost the mountain-side,
An' the heavy mornin' dews
Greens the grass up far an' wide,
Natur' raly 'pears as ef
She wuz layin' off a day,—
Sort-uh drorin in her breaf
'Fore she freezes up to stay.