Fairest bloom of summer,
Kissed by May time shower;
Why must you leave so soon,
Oh, sweetheart of the moon?
Now that storm days have come,
Joy in my heart is gone;
Blossoms that I adore,
Fragrance possessed, no more .
Fallen petals that deck
The earth , I now collect ;
Faded, precious token,
Of star bits from heaven.
I'll always remember,
Withered soul of summer
And cherish with fondness,
Your enchanting sweetness.
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