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She has her splendid loving summer,

When luxuriously her adore blossoms

Into spring's nectar of youthful visions

To ruminate, and by such dreaming high

Is near unto heaven: thrill covers around,

She has her lusty spring, when fancy clear

Takes in all beauty with an embrace,

Her soul in its autumn, when her wings

She further stretches; relaxed so to fly

On mists in idleness-to let fair things,

She has her winter too of watery nature,

Or else she would give up her earthly life

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BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI