The beauty of this day offends my eye.
She brightens all with sunny face, and yet
I would that she were cloud-obscured and grey.
My eye is much offended by this day.
As is, her light lends flowers a lustrous glow;
Towards her rays each gaudy, painted, strumpet bends.
This day with all her loveliness offends.
Her colour-scheme of blue and white,
So fresh and full of promise; perfect summer sky.
The beauty of this day offends my eye.
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