Summer Poem by William Morris

Summer

Rating: 2.8


Summer looked for long am I:
Much shall change or e'er I die.
Prithee take it not amiss
Though I weary thee with bliss.

Friday, January 3, 2003
Topic(s) of this poem: summer
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Margaret O Driscoll 24 March 2016

'I weary thee with bliss', Summer in a sentence!

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