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A THOVGHT OF SVMMER
I WOVLD be a cloud
Halfway up to heaven;
Not aloft and proud,
Nor too low, and driven
In a whirl of rain
O'er the shivering plain.
Halfway up to heaven;
Not aloft and proud,
Nor too low, and driven
In a whirl of rain
O'er the shivering plain.
But a cloud all white
In a heaven all blue,
Hanging in men's sight
Half a long day through,
And when daylight goes,
Dying in soft rose.
In a heaven all blue,
Hanging in men's sight
Half a long day through,
And when daylight goes,
Dying in soft rose.
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