And seeks with promised rain to those befriend
Who in March hoped for fuller flowers' bloom
To ease them after February's doom
And hopes to hold their minds away from May,
When children, loosed from school, begin to play
And Aestas beckons people to her dance
As shorter grow the skirts, and so the pants,
Of those who that hot figure gladly heed--
Yet ever of the showers there is need
Where oak and cedar clothe the limestone hills;
Even in few drops, that people thrills
Who live where Lupe swims, no pilgrims they
As in the Southwark Tabard once did lay.
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