“The soote season, that bud and bloom forth brings,
With green hath clad the hill, and eke the vale:
The nightingale with feathers new she sings;
The turtle to her make hath told her tale;
Summer is come, for every spray now springs.”

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“The soote season, that bud and bloom forth brings,With green hath clad the hill, and eke the vale:The nightingale with feathers new she sings;The turtle to her make hath told her tale;Summer is come, for every spray now springs.”

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“The soote season, that bud and bloom forth brings,
With green hath clad the hill, and eke the vale:
The nightingale with feathers new she sings;
The turtle to her make hath told her tale;
Summer is come, for every spray now springs.”