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