<p>When Summer on the earth was queen<br>She held her court in gardens green<br>Fair hung with tapestry of leaves,<br>Where threads of gold the sun enweaves<br>With checquered patterns on the floor<br>Of velvet lawns the scythe smoothes o'er:<br>Their waving fans the soft winds spread<br>Each way to cool Queen Summer's head:<br>The woodland dove made music soft,<br>And Eros touched his lute full oft.</p>...