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'Tis royal and authentic June
Over this poor soil blossoming;
Here lies, beneath an upright noon,
Thin nation for so wild a king.
Far off, the noble Summer rules,
Violent in the ardent rose,
His sun alight in mirroring pools,
Braggart on Alps of vanquished snows;
Away, aloft, true to his hour, / Announced, his colour, his fire, his jest.
But here, in negligible flower, / Summer is not proclaimed:confessed.
A woman I marked; for her no state, / Small joy, no song. She had her boon, / Her only youth, true to its date, / Faintly perceptible, her June.