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Summer is come; the corn is in the ear, / The haze is swimming where the beeches stand; / Summer is come, though winter months be here -- / My love is summer passing through the land.
Summer is come; I hear the skylarks sing, / The honeysuckle flaunts it to the bees; / Summer is come, and 'tis not yet the spring -- / My love is summer blessing all she sees.
Summer is come; I see an open door, / A sweet hand beckons, and I know / That, winter or summer, I shall go forth no more -- / My heart is homing where her summer-roses grow.