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Now is it as if Spring had never been, / And Winter but a memory and dream, / Here where the Summer stands, her lap of green / Heaped high with bloom and beam, / Among her blackberry-lilies, low that lean / To kiss her feet; or, freckle-browed, that stare / Upon the dragonfly which, slimly seen, / Like a blue jewel flickering in her hair, / Sparkles above them there.