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ON THE CLOSE OF A MOST BEAUTIFULLY CALM AND SUNNY DAY.
SEPTEMBER 13TH.
This lovely day, so full of life and love,This summer in itself, nay, life almost,
Lingers on its sweet way, as if it cost
The earth below, and heaven itself above,
A pang to part from it! no thing doth move,
Save, in the sun, yon' flies, of change or frost
Not dreaming, but bent solely to exhaust
Their happy lives, and every hour improve,
As if such things could never be! and I,
Stilling th' importunate voice of consciousness,
Almost believe as they, undoubtingly
Enjoying this day's perfect loveliness;
For, if it were to last eternally,
Lovelier it could not be, and might be less!
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