Summer Strains

Weary souls of the daffodils,

Rest on a plush cushion of girdled love;

Embowered in the summer’s sheaves,

Amidst a sea of scented leaves.

The golden welkin ring,

Melts through the woolly fleece,

Till the world is galvanised in its beams;

And sings with shrill delight, its pristine streams.

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