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1773

The Summer that we did not prize,
Her treasures were so easy
Instructs us by departing now
And recognition lazy—

Bestirs itself—puts on its Coat,
And scans with fatal promptness
For Trains that moment out of sight,
Unconscious of his smartness.

Edited by Peter Carter

Added: 2 Apr 2003 | Last Read: 4 Sep 2026 12:44 AM | Viewed: 7162 times

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