SUMMER. 
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In the deep heart of the rose, 
Now the crimson love-hue glows; 
Now the glowworm’s lamp by night 
Sheds a ray 
Dreary, starry, greenly bright— 
Come away ! 
Where the fairy cup-moss lies, 
With the wild wood-strawberries, 
Come away ! 
Hemans. 
