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There is a June when Corn is cut
And Roses in the Seed
A Summer briefer than the first
But tenderer indeed
As should a Face supposed the Grave's
Emerge a single Noon
In the Vermilion that it wore
Affect us, and return
Two Seasons, it is said, exist
The Summer of the Just
And this of Ours, diversified
With Prospect, and with Frost
May not our Second with its First
So infinite compare
That We but recollect the one
The other to prefer?
There is a June when Corn is cut
And Roses in the Seed
A Summer briefer than the first
But tenderer indeed
As should a Face supposed the Grave's
Emerge a single Noon
In the Vermilion that it wore
Affect us, and return
Two Seasons, it is said, exist
The Summer of the Just
And this of Ours, diversified
With Prospect, and with Frost
May not our Second with its First
So infinite compare
That We but recollect the one
The other to prefer?
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