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Hymn of Summer
Come, Beauty, whose lips, portals to the love-mansion of her heart, are illumined with blood from flower cheeks,
Sing unto thy slave the song of the angel-land where thou and I hide from vile mortals!
Sing, Summer Muse, the everlasting greenness of trees that breathes the unwithering health of celestial youth!
I hail the beauteous abundance of the leaves that perfect their secret toilet with the sun's power!
Rise, Poet, sing of the fairy world that is not Time's mere fancy, where the olive of balmy age ever lives!
Thou, fearless mortals against Fate's tyranny, art the worthy partners of Heaven and Earth!
Sing unto thy slave the song of the angel-land where thou and I hide from vile mortals!
Sing, Summer Muse, the everlasting greenness of trees that breathes the unwithering health of celestial youth!
I hail the beauteous abundance of the leaves that perfect their secret toilet with the sun's power!
Rise, Poet, sing of the fairy world that is not Time's mere fancy, where the olive of balmy age ever lives!
Thou, fearless mortals against Fate's tyranny, art the worthy partners of Heaven and Earth!
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