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/ I. When the season was dry and the sun was hot / And the hornet sucked gaunt on the apricot, / And the ripe peach dropped to its seed a-rot, / With a lean red wasp that stung and clung; / When the hollyhocks, ranked in the garden-plot, / More seed-pods had than blossoms, I wot, / A weariness weighed on the tongue, / That the drought of the season begot.
/ II. When the black grape bulged with the juice that burst / Through its thick blue skin that was cracked with thirst, / And the round gold pippins, the summer had nursed, / In the yellowing leaves o' the orchards hung; / When the reapers, their lips with whistling pursed, / To their sun-tanned brows in the corn were immersed, / A lightness came over the tongue, / And one sung as much as one durst.