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It can't be "Summer"! It can't be "Summer"! That — got through! It's early — yet — for "Spring"! There's that long town of White — to cross — Before the Blackbirds sing! It can't be "Dying"! It's too Rouge — The... Poet:	It will be Summer — eventually. It will be Summer — eventually. Ladies — with parasols — Sauntering Gentlemen — with Canes — And little Girls — with Dolls — Will tint the pallid landscape — As 'twere a bright Bouquet — Tho' drifted... Poet:	Ourselves were wed one summer — dear — Ourselves were wed one summer — dear — Your Vision — was in June — And when Your little Lifetime failed, I wearied — too — of mine — And overtaken in the Dark — Where You had put me down — By Some... Poet:	So much Summer So much Summer Me for showing Illegitimate — Would a Smile's minute bestowing Too exorbitant To the Lady With the Guinea Look — if She should know Crumb of Mine A... Poet:
Summer begins to have the look Summer begins to have the look Peruser of enchanting Book Reluctantly but sure perceives A gain upon the backward leaves — Autumn begins to be inferred By millinery of the cloud Or deeper color in... Poet:	Summer for thee, grant I may be 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 —... Poet:	Summer has two Beginnings — Summer has two Beginnings — Beginning once in June — Beginning in October Affectingly again — Without, perhaps, the Riot But graphicker for Grace — As finer is a going Than a remaining... Poet:	A summer idyl The city is dreary and dusty and lone, The Smiths and the Joneses and Jenkinses gone; The doors are all barred, and the shutters all down, And nobody left in this desolate town--- ... Poet:
Summer is shorter than any one — Summer is shorter than any one — Life is shorter than Summer — Seventy Years is spent as quick As an only Dollar — Sorrow — now — is polite — and stays — See how well we spurn him — Equally to abhor... Poet:	Summer laid her simple Hat Summer laid her simple Hat On its boundless Shelf — Unobserved — a Ribbon slipt, Snatch it for yourself. Summer laid her supple Glove In its sylvan Drawer — Wheresoe'er, or was she — The... Poet: