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It will be Summereventually.
Ladieswith parasols
Sauntering Gentlemenwith Canes
And little Girlswith Dolls
Will tint the pallid landscape
As 'twere a bright Bouquet
Thro' drifted deep, in Parian
The Village liestoday
The Lilacsbending many a year
Will sway with purple load
The Beeswill not despise the tune
Their Forefathershave hummed
The Wild Roseredden in the Bog
The Asteron the Hill
Her everlasting fashionset
And Covenant Gentiansfrill
Till Summer folds her miracle
As Womendotheir Gown
Of Priestsadjust the Symbols
When Sacramentis done