Queen Summer

Queen Summer

or, The Tourney of the Lily and the Rose

r waving fans the soft winds spread Each way to cool Queen Summer's head: The woodland dove made music soft, And Eros touched his lute full oft. Round Time's dial thronged the hours, Masking in the Masque of Flowers Like knights and ladies fair be-dight In silk attire, both red and white. And as the winds about them played, And shook the flowers or disarrayed, A whispered word among them goes Of how the Lily flouts the Rose, Suitors for Summer's favor dear, To win the crown of all the year-- And how each champion brave would fight,

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