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My love is morning's fragrance blown / From blossoms fair in golden June; / Her footstep's rhythm is in tune / With melodies by Springtime known.
Her misty locks are like the May, / On pearly hedges lightly thrown; / A sweeter face was never shown / To man that he might face the day!
O beauty, tender, like the moon / Of summer nights, which gently lay / On lovers when their hearts were gay, / And deep desire was at its noon.