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When Diamonds are a Legend,
And Diadems—a Tale—
I Brooch and Earrings for Myself,
Do sow, and Raise for sale—
And tho' I'm scarce accounted,
My Art, a Summer Day—had Patrons—
Once—it was a Queen—
And once—a Butterfly—
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I would like to translate this poem
............beautiful poem...beautiful title....her art is her poetry, and summer days are her diamonds ★