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And there, in that ripe Summer-night, once more / A wintry coolness through the open door / And window seemed to touch each glowing face / Refreshingly; and, for a fleeting space, / The quickened fancy, through the fragrant air, / Saw snowflakes whirling where the roseleaves were, / And sounds of veriest jingling bells again / Were heard in tinkling spoons and glasses then.
Thus Uncle Mart's old poem sounded young / And crisp and fresh and clear as when first sung, / Away back in the wakening of Spring / When his rhyme and the robin, chorusing, / Rumored, in duo-fanfare, of the soon / Invading johnny-jump-ups, with platoon / On platoon of sweet-williams, marshaled fine / To bloomed blarings of the trumpet-vine.