Fugitive Poetry. 1600–1878/The Summer Comes

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The Summer Comes!
She comes! she comes! with her flashing eyes,  And her cheek of passion's hue,'Mid a train of aërial symphonies,  In a garment of cloudless blue.She comes, and her spell is on earth and skies,  Over land and over sea,  In her warm maturity,She comes! the summer comes!

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