Like Some Old fashioned Miracle
Like Some Old fashioned Miracle
When Summertime is done
Seems Summer’s Recollection
And the Affairs of June
As infinite Tradition
As Cinderella’s Bays
Or Little John of Lincoln Green
Or Blue Beard’s Galleries
Her Bees have a fictitious Hum
Her Blossoms, like a Dream
Elate us till we almost weep
So plausible they seem
Her Memories like Strains Review
When Orchestra is dumb
The Violin in Baize replaced
And Ear and Heaven numb





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