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Winds of the summer time what are you saying, / What are ye seeking, and what do you miss? / Locks like the thistledown floating and straying, / Cheeks like the budding rose, tinted to kiss.
See ye yon mist rising up from the river? / That is the spirit of yesterday's rain. / Go to it, fly to it, call to it, cry to it, / What did ye see when ye fell on the plain?
Rosewood, and velvet, and pansies, and roses, / Blossoms from loving hands tenderly cast. / Lids like the leaves of a lily that closes / After its brief little day-life is past.
Beautiful hands on a beautiful bosom, / Folded so quietly, folded in rest. / Mouth like the bud of a white-petalled blossom, / Creased where the lips of an angel had pressed.
Lower, and lower, and lower, and lower, / Dust unto dust -- but a mound on the plain. / Left alone, lonely, this, and this only, / Saw we, and see we to-day, said the rain.
Winds of the summer time vain is your seeking, / Vain is your calling with sobs in your breath. / Lips that are tender, eyes full of splendour, / Wooed away, sued away, vanished with death.