 | [Days and voices, in Through the Year with the Poets] October |  |
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DAYS AND VOICES.
Swift the elm tree's leaves are falling;
Plaintively the peewee calling
Mingles with the leaves his notes;
And the ghost of summer floats
Through the air.
Plaintively the peewee calling
Mingles with the leaves his notes;
And the ghost of summer floats
Through the air.
Like the leaves, the days long vanished,
Mixed with voices dead or banished,
Come to me with those sweet notes.
But the ghost of gladness floats
Through despair.
Mixed with voices dead or banished,
Come to me with those sweet notes.
But the ghost of gladness floats
Through despair.
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