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IFT up your heads, all ye who sigh for summer, for from their silken ports have set sail the odour-laden fleet. Soon to you, on the waves of the south wind, will come the scented vessels bearing their precious cargoes and spilling them recklessly.

O fragrance of heliotrope, mimosa, and mignonette!

The fragile crafts are piloted by a fairy perched like a star, holding the cobweb cables from the mist-like, winging sails. Above, a figurehead tells of coming sweetness, waving silken petals as they are brushed by the rippling breeze.

So lift up your heads, ye sighers for the summer, breathe in your fill of their perfume as it blows against your cheek. Sweetly it touches