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SUMMER

Working unrestingly for someHoney that he will never taste.
V.The golden-rod unbuttons each bud,Flings off its caps, and lets a hotAnd flaming splendor warm the spot. . . .And does gold always bloom out of mud?
VI.The noon wind woos with soft-tongued hiss,And each tree trembles, careless of blame,Hiding her bright green face for shame,Baring her gray breasts to his kiss.
VII.The daddy-long-legs, caught in the gate,Scuttles off, one leg the less.It does not mar his contentedness;Are not seven legs as good as eight?
VIII.The evergreens are shut from the skyBy oak and maple and hickory.Perhaps they are thinking, silently,It will be winter by and by.

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