Jn anb out of tl)c arben. 



THE summer** flower i to the tummer tweet. 

 Though to iuclf it only live and die. 



SONNET XCIV. 



Not only the days but life itself lengthens in summer. 

 I would spread abroad my arms and gather more of it to 

 me couW I do so. 



RICHARD Jtrrmis, THE LIFE or THE FIELDS. 



