 | Avenging the Maine |  |
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SUMMER IS GONE.
The summer's gone;
I stand in ice and sleet.
Where art thou gone?
Pray tell—I wish to seek.
I stand in ice and sleet.
Where art thou gone?
Pray tell—I wish to seek.
I seek the woods,
Where once an arbor green;
Ah, nothing now—
The ice and woods are seen.
Where once an arbor green;
Ah, nothing now—
The ice and woods are seen.
The place I sat,
And caught the summer glow,
I see 'tis now
A sheet of ice and snow.
And caught the summer glow,
I see 'tis now
A sheet of ice and snow.
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