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SUMMER’S FAREWELL.
Her sweet brief reign was ended, and in
showers
Of soft warm tears she wept her fond
farewell;
And one by one the solemn, silent hours
Kissed her wet face with grief too deep
to tell.
II.
The mournful mornings wore a veil of mist;
Day drew full soon her blinds of twilight
grey;
The evening breeze must wander where it
list—
Earth cared not, since fair Summer must
away.
III.
And Autumn in her rustling robe of red,
Her crown of gold upon her tawny hair,
Laid her brown hand upon the stricken head,
And whispered, “Why these tears, my
sister fair?
