 | Songs of the Seasons |  |
Come and view my garden riches,
Terraced walks and sunny slopes—
Grottoes, arbours, statued niches,
In whose odorous recesses
With her fair, refulgent tresses,
Summer toyed, or, couched on hopes,
Sleeping, shunned the sun's caresses.
Terraced walks and sunny slopes—
Grottoes, arbours, statued niches,
In whose odorous recesses
With her fair, refulgent tresses,
Summer toyed, or, couched on hopes,
Sleeping, shunned the sun's caresses.
| Songs of the Seasons | |