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Summer Shower A drop fell on the apple tree, Another on the roof ; A half a dozen kissed the eaves, And made the gables laugh. A few went out to help the... Poet:	Summer — we all have seen — Summer — we all have seen — A few of us — believed — A few — the more aspiring Unquestionably loved — But Summer does not care — She goes her spacious way As eligible as the moon To our... Poet:	Summer's Armies On fence and roof and twig. The orchis binds her feather on For her old love, Don the Sun, Revisiting the bog ! Without commander, countless, still, The regiment of wood and hill In bright detachment... Poet:	A Summer's Day Poet:
Talk not to me of Summer Trees Talk not to me of Summer Trees The foliage of the mind A Tabernacle is for Birds Of no corporeal kind And winds do go that way at noon To their Ethereal Homes Whose Bugles call the least of us ... Poet:	The last of Summer is Delight — The last of Summer is Delight — Deterred by Retrospect. 'Tis Ecstasy's revealed Review — Enchantment's Syndicate. To meet it — nameless as it is — Without celestial Mail — Audacious as without a... Poet:	The One who could repeat the Summer day — The One who could repeat the Summer day — Were greater than itself — though He Minutest of Mankind should be — And He — could reproduce the Sun — At period of going down — The Lingering — and the Stain — I mean... Poet:	The Summer that we did not prize, The Summer that we did not prize, Her treasures were so easy Instructs us by departing now And recognition lazy — Bestirs itself — puts on its Coat, And scans with fatal promptness For Trains that... Poet:
There came a Day at Summer's full, There came a Day at Summer's full, Entirely for me — I thought that such were for the Saints, Where Resurrections — be — The Sun, as common, went abroad, The flowers, accustomed, blew, As if no soul... Poet:	To see the Summer Sky To see the Summer Sky Is Poetry, though never in a Book it lie — True Poems flee — Poet: