Midsummer glow illuminates your face,
To shoot off rays, reflected on your cheeks,
Which your soft, flowing contours would retrace,
That dreamy look my heart earnestly seeks;
I searched from all my dreams and reveries,
From times gone past, or future climes to come,
From strangers, all my friends, and enemies,
Or from whatever people have become;
But seasons change and years may dim your pride,
Yet should the jolly days to gloom remake,
Find me, close by your side, there to abide,
And with my usual mirth, your days partake;
.........When no more luminance effect your glow,
.........A silhouette, that's so outlined, will do.
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