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FOUR YEARS.
At the midsummer, when the hay was clown,
Stood she by the streamlet, young and very fair,
With the first white bindweed twisted in her hair,—
Hair that drooped like birch-boughs,—all in her simple gown.
For it was midsummer,—and the hay was down.

At the midsummer, when the hay was down,
Crept she, a willing bride, close into my breast:
Low piled the thunder-clouds had drifted to the west,—
Red-eyed out glared the sun, like knight from leaguered town,
That eve in high midsummer, when the hay was down.

It is midsummer,—all the hay is down;
Close to her bosom press I dying eyes,
Praying, "God shield thee till we meet in Paradise!"
Bless her in Love's name who was my brief life's crown,—
And I go at midsummer, when the hay is down.