In silken Garb array'd of cheerful Green,
Was sportive Summer next advancing seen;
A gilded Quiver at his Shoulder hung,
And in his Hand he trail'd a Bow unbent along. His tawny Brow with faded Flow'rs was crown'd,
And studded with thick Drops of Sweat around.
As if fatigu'd with the laborious Chace,
Or faint with Heat in sultry Titan's Rays;
He moving slow, invok'd, the friendly Air,
And sought the cooling Streams to quench his burning there.
