Summer hast arrived
As all the spring flowers begone;
When so many smiles shone,
Sun brighter now; perfume fried :
Flowery dust lie buried,
Small whiff and even that gone;
Scented maiden's ashes thrown,
Sis's dusty reaches get seed.
Silver Goddess sweetly hiss
Upon everything from leaves to tongues:
Dry leaves' short sway;
Discharmed lips open to kiss
The lost perfumed songs;—
Spring doth seem so far away.
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