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These summer days when all the poets sing / I have no voice for song. / I see the birds of summer taking wing, / And days so sweet and long, / Each seemed a little heaven with no end, / I know are gone for evermore, dear friend.
Nay, by and by comes another Spring; / And long, sweet, perfect days. / And by and by I shall have voice to sing / My old glad, happy lays. / More blithesome songs, more days that have no end; / More golden summers; but _like thee_ no friend.