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Summer Days
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Summer Days
Our verses with the days of summer rhyme.For all our summer days are not the same,
Nor comes there one that as her sister came,
But various, as a flower in its own clime,
Days are there for some simple grace sublime,
And days whose witching beauty is their fame,
Some in white clouds float lingering past, and some
Which dance along in wind and light we praise;
Some to lorn heaths with lark and cuckoo come,
Or sleep with pink-striped moths in sylvan ways.
Some with brown bees in thymy gardens hum,
Some walk in splendour, some in silvery haze;
Days are there too, when heaven and earth are dumb.
Old dim mysterious far-off-feeling days.
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