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Hymn of Summer
This is the month of gracious shade of trees—dusky hair on the marble ground-chest invoking mortals' worship.
Here the composed wonder of the earth-canvas is divided by the proud black shade and virtuous white light.
Sing, Summer Muse, the abundant love of the shade and light that overflows from Time's grand breast!
Harken, Genii, to the light and shade—gay prattle that is the despair of the poet's soul!—
Here the composed wonder of the earth-canvas is divided by the proud black shade and virtuous white light.
Sing, Summer Muse, the abundant love of the shade and light that overflows from Time's grand breast!
Harken, Genii, to the light and shade—gay prattle that is the despair of the poet's soul!—
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