SUMMER

I propose to fight it out on this line, if it takes all summer.
Ulysses Simpson Grant

Sometimes hath the brightest day a cloud;
And after summer evermore suceeds Barren winter,
with his wrathful nipping cold:
So cares and joys abound as seasons fleet.
Now 'tis the spring, and weeds are shallow-rooted;
Suffer them now and they'll o'ergrow the garden.
William Shakespeare

The woods decay, the woods decay and fall,
The vapors weep their burthen to the ground,
Man comes and tills the field and lies beneath,
And after many a summer dies the swan.
Lord Alfred Tennyson