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SUMMER'S LIFE
When buds are green, and June is won,
The Summer's life is just begun;
Her dimpling fingers press at will
The swelling breasts of mead and hill.
The Summer's life is just begun;
Her dimpling fingers press at will
The swelling breasts of mead and hill.
When flash the scythes, and grass is mown
The Summer comes into her own,
And roams the meadows free of care;
A maid with poppies in her hair.
The Summer comes into her own,
And roams the meadows free of care;
A maid with poppies in her hair.
When every copse for song is made
The Summer queens it through the glade,
With sceptre of the bulrush green,
And radiant challenge in her mien.
The Summer queens it through the glade,
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And radiant challenge in her mien.
When reapers sing and stooks arise,
The Summer in the cornfield lies,
And yields her body up to Death
Crowned with the Autumn's reddening wreath.
The Summer in the cornfield lies,
And yields her body up to Death
Crowned with the Autumn's reddening wreath.
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