Anonymous British

Summer

I'm coming along with a bounding pace, To finish the work that spring begun; I've left them all with a brighter face, The flowers in the vales through which I've run. I have hung festoons from laburnum trees, And clothed the lilac, the birch, the broom; I've waken'd the sound of humming bees, And deck'd all nature in brighter bloom. For this is my life, my glorious reign, And I'll queen it well in my leafy bower; All shall be bright in my rich domain; I'm queen of the leaf, the bud, and the flower, And I'll reign in triumph, till autumn time Shall conquer my green and verdant pride; Then I'll hie me to another clime, Till I'm call'd again as a sunny bride.