. Lyrics from a library . A SUMMER MOOD The majesty of the Miltonic lineAllures me not to-day, nor paradise,Unless it be in Julias winsome eyes As hymned by Herrick, with his lute-note fine; Not the Shakespearean altar-fire divineBeguileth me, save where, in tender wise,It plays through Rosalinds questions andreplies, Or Beatrices sallies set a-shine. The day is one of laughing Lovelace mood,Tricksy with frolic fancies such as gaveTo Sucklings wit its nimbleness and zest;For me Terpsichore, the Muse they wooed—Those cavaliers so debonair and brave—And at her maddest and her merriest!

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