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 And now the Summer time no more,
 * The vikings of the rain

Thunder their turf-steeds on the shore
 * And prowl the jasmine plain;

The night shade blackens on my brow,
 * The lightnings gash like steel—

But a Summer heart still throbs for thee,
 * Darling Damsel of Mobile!

I know, I know that Summer goes,
 * Like some divine disguise;

I know that Summer rapture flows
 * By ringlets and blue eyes—

But thou, my Psyche and my soul!
 * To thee alone I kneel,

With the Summer sunshine in thy hair,
 * Darling Damsel of Mobile!