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A SUMMER'S LOVE.
Between blue June and red July
Love gat him golden wings to fly;
With ringing feet and singing mouth
He fled toward the scented south;
He fled and fell in ambush there
Amid my lady's coiling hair.
Love gat him golden wings to fly;
With ringing feet and singing mouth
He fled toward the scented south;
He fled and fell in ambush there
Amid my lady's coiling hair.
Between July and August-time
Love filled his mouth with honeyed rhyme;
Cool wine between his lips was sweet
While rose and lily drooped with heat;
On him there blew no wine to rouse
Beneath green shade of apple-boughs.
Love filled his mouth with honeyed rhyme;
Cool wine between his lips was sweet
While rose and lily drooped with heat;
On him there blew no wine to rouse
Beneath green shade of apple-boughs.
Between the garden walks aflame
With flowers, ere yet September came,
Love lay, and wearying hour by hour
Kissed once her beauty's sanguine flower,
Then dreamed of all desires gone by
With fiery footsteps of July.
With flowers, ere yet September came,
Love lay, and wearying hour by hour
Kissed once her beauty's sanguine flower,
Then dreamed of all desires gone by
With fiery footsteps of July.
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