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Hang out your loveliest star, O Night! O Night! Your richest rose, O Dawn! To greet sweet Summer, her who clothed in Light Leads Earth's best hours on. Hark! how the wild birds of the woods Throat it within the dewy solitudes; The brook sings low and soft, The trees make song, As from her heaven aloft Comes blue-eyed Summer like a girl along.
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