3n anb ont of tl)e (Ewrben. 



THE summer's flower is to the summer sweet, 

 Though to itself 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 could I do so. 



RICHARD JEFFERIES, THE LIFE OF THE FIELDS. 



