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...across a brook ; Or by a cider-press with patient look, Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hour». ow flows between. But neither heat, nor frost, nor...away, I ween, The marks of that which once hath be soft dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue ; Then in a wailful choir the «mall gnats...

...To bend with apples the moss'd cottage trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core. * * * * Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too ; White harr'd clouds bloom the soft dying day, And touch the stubble plains with rosy hue. Then, in...

...head, across a brook; Or by a cider-press, with patient look, Thou watchest the last oozings, hours liy hours ! " Where are the songs of Spring ! Ay, where...aloft Or sinking, as the light wind lives or dies ! And full grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn ; Hedge-crickets sing ; and now, with treble soft,...

...laden head, across a brook ; Or by a cider-press, with patient look, Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours ! " Where are the songs of Spring!...gnats mourn Among the river sallows ; borne aloft Or suiking, as the light wind lives or dies ! And full grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn ; H«dge-crickets...

...laden head across a brook ; Or by a cider-press, with patient look, Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours. Where are the songs of Spring ? Ay,...in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river-sallows, borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies ; And full-grown lambs loud bleat...

...; MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. 115 Or by a cider-press, with patient look, Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours. Where are the songs of Spring ? Ay,...in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river-sallows, borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies ; And full-grown lambs loud bleat...

...laden head across a brook ; Or, by a cyder-press, with patient look, Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours. Where are the songs of spring ? Ay,...barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble plains with rosy hue : Then, in a wailful choir, the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows,...

...watchest the last oozings, hours by hours ! •" Where are the songs of Spring 1 Ay, where are they r Think not of them ! Thou hast thy music too ; While...bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains wiih rosy hue ! 'Then in a wailful choir the small gnati mourn Among the river gallows; borne aloft...