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Summer may come, in sun-blonde splendor, / To reap the harvest that Springtime sows; / And Fall lead in her old defender, / Winter, all huddled up in snows: / Ever a-south the love-wind blows / Into my heart, like a vane asway / From face to face of the girls it knows -- / But who is the fairest it's hard to say.
If Carrie smile or Maud look tender, / Straight in my bosom the gladness glows; / But scarce at their side am I all surrender / When Gertrude sings where the garden grows: / And my heart is a bloom, like the red rose shows / For her hand to gather and toss away, / Or wear on her breast, as her fancy goes -- / But who is the fairest it's hard to say.