I know a place where summer strives
With such a practised frost,
She each year leads her daisies back,
Recording briefly, ‘Lost.’
 
But when the south wind stirs the pools
And struggles in the lanes,
Her heart misgives her for her vow,
And she pours soft refrains
 
Into the lap of adamant,
And spices, and the dew,
That stiffens quietly to quartz
Upon her amber shoe.

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