In Summer, day over, the sweet flowering plain
Pours out afar its sensuous odour.
Eyes closed, ears half open to every refrain
We only doze gently in a transparent slumber.
The stars are purer, the shade seems pleasanter.
A hazy half-day tints the eternal dome
And the sweet pale dawn, awaiting her hour
On Night’s lower lip seems to hover and roam.
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