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Gone, gone again is Summer the lovely.
/ She that knew not where to hide,
Is gone again like a jeweled fish from the hand, / Is lost on every side.
Mute, mute, I make my way to the garden, / Thither where she last was seen;
The heavy foot of the frost is on the flags there, / Where her light step has been.
Gone, gone again is Summer the lovely, / Gone again on every side,
Lost again like a shining fish from the hand / Into the shadowy tide.