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Love to his singer held a glistening leaf, |
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And said: "The rose-tree and the apple-tree |
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Have fruits to vaunt or flowers to lure the bee; |
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And golden shafts are in the feathered sheaf |
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Of the great harvest-marshal, the year's chief, |
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Victorious Summer; aye, and 'neath warm sea |
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Strange secret grasses lurk inviolably |
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Between the filtering channels of sunk reef. |
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All are my blooms; and all sweet blooms of love |
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To thee I gave while Spring and Summer sang; |
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But Autumn stops to listen, with some pang |
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From those worse things the wind is moaning of. |
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Only this laurel dreads no winter days: |
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Take my last gift; thy heart hath sung my praise." |
