In the harsh season scorched by the sun,
Languish man and flock, and the pine is afire;
The cuckoo begins to call, and soon after,
The turtledove and the goldfinch are heard singing.
Zephyr sweetly blows, but Boreas suddenly
Enters into a contest with its neighbour;
And the little shepherd weeps, for he fears
The awesome threatening storm and his fate;
Antonio Vivaldi, Concerto No.2 in g minor, RV 315, “SUMMER” Allegro non molto
All Seasons Collage, 28 April, 2007, Kew, London, UK
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