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| Renoir's "The Beach at Purnic" |
Summer cometh,
Wild bee hummeth,
In the sedge the kingcup blows;
Gorse and briar
Break to fire
'Mid the woodbine and the rose.
Where the larches
Build green arches
Coos the ring-dove, caws the rook;
Mimic laughter
Follows after
From the streamlet's sheltered nook.
Summer passes,
Lads and lasses!
Hand in hand we'll jog along;
Love comes sweetly,
Love goes fleetly,
Through the pauses of our song.
