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Dead is Summer! but she died
In the ardent clasp of Love,
In an ecstasy she died!
Songsters caroll'd in the grove,
And with rapt'rous notes the dove
To her monody replied.
Flowers their sweetest breath exhaled,
Fairest hues her eye regaled;
At her will and to her wishes,
Tided in the pride of fishes!
Through the gates of Neptune's palace,
Tided in the scaly forces;
Up by shining water-courses,
Radiant salmon climbed the valleys.
In the ardent clasp of Love,
In an ecstasy she died!
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And with rapt'rous notes the dove
To her monody replied.
Flowers their sweetest breath exhaled,
Fairest hues her eye regaled;
At her will and to her wishes,
Tided in the pride of fishes!
Through the gates of Neptune's palace,
Tided in the scaly forces;
Up by shining water-courses,
Radiant salmon climbed the valleys.
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