Summer Met Me

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Title:     Summer Met Me
Author: Fay Inchfawn [More Titles by Inchfawn]

Summer met me in the glade,
        With a host of fair princesses,
     Golden iris, foxgloves staid,
        Sunbeams flecked their gorgeous dresses.
     Roses followed in her train,
        Creamy elder-flowers beset me,
     Singing, down the scented lane,
        Summer met me!
     Summer met me! Harebells rang,
        Honeysuckle clustered near,
     As the royal pageant sang
        Songs enchanting to the ear.
     Rainy days may come apace,
        Nevermore to grieve or fret me,
     Since, in all her radiant grace,
        Summer met me!

[The end]
Fay Inchfawn's poem: Summer Met Me

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