Queen Summer; Or, The Tourney of the Lily and the Rose

When Summer on the earth was queenShe held her court in gardens greenFair hung with tapestry of leaves,Where threads of gold the sun enweavesWith checquered patterns on the floorOf velvet lawns the scythe smoothes o'er:Their waving fans the soft winds spreadEach way to cool Queen Summer's head:The woodland dove made music soft,And Eros touched his lute full oft.