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[00:11.36]Love to his singer held a glistening leaf,
[00:19.85]And said: "The rose-tree and the apple-tree
[00:31.21]Have fruits to vaunt or flowers to lure the bee;
[00:39.05]And golden shafts are in the feathered sheaf
[00:45.53]Of the great harvest-marshal, the year's chief,
[00:54.38]Victorious Summer; aye, and 'neath warm sea
[01:10.07]Strange secret grasses lurk inviolably
[01:21.74]Between the filtering channels of sunk reef.
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[01:45.31]All are my blooms; and all sweet blooms of love
[01:52.46]To thee I gave while Spring and Summer sang;
[02:01.65]But Autumn stops to listen, with some pang
[02:10.24]From those worse things the wind is moaning of.
[02:28.24]Only this laurel dreads no winter days:
[02:55.84]Take my last gift; thy heart hath sung my praise."