I know a place where Summer strives

I know a place where Summer strives With such a practised Frost -- She -- each year -- leads her Daisies back -- Recording briefly -- "Lost" --

But when the South Wind stirs the Pools And struggles in the lanes -- Her Heart misgives Her, for Her Vow -- And she pours soft Refrains

Into the lap of Adamant -- And spices -- and the Dew -- That stiffens quietly to Quartz -- Upon her Amber Shoe --