Give me the joys of summer,
of summer queen so fair,
with wealth of lovely flowers
and fruits and sun-kissed air!
Talk not to me of winter
with ice and frost and snow,
nor changing spring and autumn
when howling winds will blow.
No, I will take the joys
of summer every time,
so to this queen of seasons
I dedicate my rhyme.
~ by Winifred Sackville Stoner
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