I know a place where Summer strives
I know a place where Summer strives
With such a practised Frost
She each year leads her Daisies back
Recording briefly “Lost”
But when the South Wind stirs the Pools
And struggles in the lanes
Her Heart misgives Her, for Her Vow
And she pours soft Refrains
Into the lap of Adamant
And spices and the Dew
That stiffens quietly to Quartz
Upon her Amber Shoe
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