And reach its zenith in the sky;
When it turns back to home and rest
And turns its back to say goodbye;
When days, once long, shorten once more
And reach their maximum extent;
When spring at last has left the floor
To give the summer its full bent;
When daylight is a common thing
Untethered to our sleeps or wakes;
When birds no longer crow and sing
At proper times, as nature breaks,
On that long day, my thoughts are solely
On matrimony: union holy.
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