Cut grass lies frail:
Brief is the breath
Mown stalks exhale.
Long, long the death
 
It dies in the white hours
Of young-leafed June
With chestnut flowers,
With hedges snowlike strewn,
 
White lilac bowed,
Lost lanes of Queen Anne’s lace,
And that high-builded cloud
Moving at summer’s pace.

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