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When friendly summer calls again, |
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Calls again |
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Her little fifers to these hills, |
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We'll go we two to that arched fane |
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Of leafage where they prime their bills |
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Before they start to flood the plain |
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With quavers, minims, shakes, and trills. |
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" We'll go," I sing; but who shall say |
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What may not chance before that day! |
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And we shall see the waters spring, |
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Waters spring |
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From chinks the scrubby copses crown; |
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And we shall trace their oncreeping |
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To where the cascade tumbles down |
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And sends the bobbing growths aswing, |
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And ferns not quite but almost drown. |
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" We shall," I say; but who may sing |
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Of what another moon will bring! |
