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At last, when all the summer shine / That warmed life's early hours is past, …
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This realm is sacred to the silent past; / Within its drowsy shades are treasures rare …
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Friend, whose smile has come to be / Very precious unto me, …
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Two little feet, so small that both may nestle / In one caressing hand,— …
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My dearling!—thus, in days long fled, / In spite of creed and court and queen, …
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Backward, turn backward, O Time, in your flight, / Make me a child again just for to-night! …
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O lonesome sea-gull, floating far / Over the ocean’s icy waste, …
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You who dread the cares and labors / Of the tenant’s annual quest, …
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Once, on a golden afternoon, / With radiant faces and hearts in tune, …