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Echoes following from the shore
Seem the chorus of our song,
Summer odors, blown before
Float the tranquil tune along.

Shall we linger till the day
Paints the earth a thing divine?
Spread the sail and haste away
Where the distant breakers shine?

Held within their fearful grasp,
Would they crush us like a shell?
Dying, dearest, in your clasp,
All would yet be well!


XXVIIINCONSTANCY
When the spring-time came, I said,
"Spring, I love you—love you best."
Columbines were gold and red,
Winds flowers hung each timid head;
By warm rains and sunshine fed
Every root was comforted,
Every slumbering leaf was guessed
"Spring," I vowed, "I love you best!

When the summer came, I said,
"Summer, dear, I love you most."
Butterflies their wide wings spread;
Crowds of starry daisies sped
Where their wandering seeds were led;
Shining planets overhead
Through the heavenly spaces fled.
Spring was but a lovely ghost—
"Summer, dear, I love you most!"

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