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SONNET, WRITTEN ON THE LAST DAY OF SUMMER.
Now Summer has one foot from out the world,Her golden mantle floating in the air;
And her love-darting eyes are backward hurl'd,
To bid adieu to this creation fair:
A flight of swallows circles her before,
And Zephyrus, her jolly harbinger,
Already is a-wing to Heaven's door,
Whereat the Muses are expecting her;
And the three Graces, in their heav'nly ring,
Are dancing with delicious harmony;
And Hebe doth her flowery chalice bring,
To sprinkle nectar on their melody:
Jove laughs, to see his angel, Summer, come,
Warbling his praise, to her immortal home.
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