Silken leopard noon is gone.)Die you may, die you must—Fill your mouths with pollen dust;Calyxes and honey-thighsBoth will wither. Beauty dies.Find out why mouths are berry-redBefore you stiffen in your drab bed.Over you humming summer will glide,You'll never lie languid on your side,And listen then as you listen nowTo half-heard melodies; oh, howThe river runs and runs and runsFluid with splendor, and the sun'sCircuit is singing. Fragile day!Boys and girls, come out to play!
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