The Little darling Spring has run away.
The sunshine grew too hot for her to stay.
She kissed her sister, Summer, and she said,
"When I'm gone, you must be Queen instead."
Now reigns the Lady Summer, round whose feet
A thousand fairies flock with blossoms sweet.
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