There is a June when Corn is cut

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There is a June when Corn is cut
And Roses in the Seed-
A Summer briefer than the first
But tenderer indeed

As should a Face supposed the Grave's
Emerge a single Noon
In the Vermilion that it wore
Affect us, and return-

Two Seasons, it is said, exist-
The Summer of the Just,
And this of Ours, diversified
With Prospect, and with Frost-

May not our Second with its First
So infinite compare
That We but recollect the one
The other to prefer?