The sunbeams are her smiles;
The leaves her footsteps light;
To kiss each coy flower into life
Is my true love's delight.
I will tell ye who she is,
And how all things become her.
Bend down, that I may whisper
My sweetheart's name is—'Summer.'
T. P.
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