Summer is at its pinnacle
Beds of flowers they dazzle
Amongst these abloom meadows,
The sun beams to one, and it glows
Enthralled by you, I forged.
As bare as unclothed
Nothing I was withal;
So eager to bestow all
The one was queer, it said
Nothing like a rose, it said
Hush my dear sun;
You shine above all else
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