Summer for thee, grant I may be
When Summer days are flown!
Thy music still, when Whipporwill
And Oriole — are done!
For thee to bloom, I'll skip the tomb
And row my blossoms o'er!
Pray gather me —...
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Summer has two Beginnings — |
Summer is shorter than any one — |
A drop fell on the apple tree, |
Summer — we all have seen — |
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Talk not to me of Summer Trees |
The last of Summer is Delight — |
The One who could repeat the Summer day — |
There came a Day at Summer's full, |