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45
THOSE SUMMER NIGHTS.
When we were happy in those summer nights,
Making great London but a soft green wood
As each beside the other silent stood,
Breathing a mutual nosegay of delights,
We were not conscious of love's present heights—
But now, possession being cold and thin,
With no sweet golden lovers' gate to win,
We recognise and eulogise love's rights.
Making great London but a soft green wood
As each beside the other silent stood,
Breathing a mutual nosegay of delights,
We were not conscious of love's present heights—
But now, possession being cold and thin,
With no sweet golden lovers' gate to win,
We recognise and eulogise love's rights.
“Ah! that was sweet”—so each may sob and say—
“That evening when glad August in the trees
And shrubs made such a tender lovers' breeze:”
For, visible from an October grey,
The past is as a gold transfigured day,
The present as the sapless nights that freeze.
“That evening when glad August in the trees
And shrubs made such a tender lovers' breeze:”
For, visible from an October grey,
The past is as a gold transfigured day,
The present as the sapless nights that freeze.
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