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Arc of the Solstice High summer’s solstice is the year’s proud crown: The sun has reached his apogee, and now Will linger through July’s life-ripening days Then drift into a worn Augustan gold September is a sort of seasonal coup Who in the equinoctial treaty signs For a slow dissolution of the sun And all his ancient power to rule and reign In his old age the sun is seldom seen – Diana, then, is crowned as winter’s queen
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Jun 22, 2017
Jun 22, 2017 at 5:01 PM UTC
Arc of the Solstice
Arc of the Solstice High summer’s solstice is the year’s proud crown: The sun has reached his apogee, and now Will linger through July’s life-ripening days Then drift into a worn Augustan gold September is a sort of seasonal coup Who in the equinoctial treaty signs For a slow dissolution of the sun And all his ancient power to rule and reign In his old age the sun is seldom seen – Diana, then, is crowned as winter’s queen
Channeling Elizabethans
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Jun 22, 2017
Jun 22, 2017 at 5:01 PM UTC
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