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Thou hast kissed the cheek of beauty bright, 
And wafted perfumes round her; 
Hast breathed soft music to delight 
And with fresh flow’rets crowned her! 
To those who love, thou hast kindly given 
Sweet hours to tell the tale, 
And many a beautiful starlit even, 
Hast heard fond vows prevail; 
But, loveliest! thou hast reigned alone 
Too long and gently here; 
Stern Winter already has envious grown, 
And will hither soon repair; 
For, know, he is coming with hoary brow, 
From the cold and stormy North; 
In his train are Ice, and Frost, and Snow, 
And Sleetstorms bursting forth ’ — 
SUMMER. 
‘But I have sunbeams to destroy, 
And melt away his snow; 
And w T ill a thousand spells employ 
My regal power to show; 
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