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LXXXIX. FLORA.
Where silvery sunshine streaks the lawn she weaves
Her flowery garlands all the summer day;
Light zephyrs gliding through the rustling leaves;
Bright fountains tossing round their glittering spray.
Her flowery garlands all the summer day;
Light zephyrs gliding through the rustling leaves;
Bright fountains tossing round their glittering spray.
White petals from the orange trees are shed;
The light fails slowly from the vault of blue;
But still she weaves, nor lifts her golden head
Gemmed with impearlèd drops of falling dew.
The light fails slowly from the vault of blue;
But still she weaves, nor lifts her golden head
Gemmed with impearlèd drops of falling dew.
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