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Long summer days are my desire: / Red suns, that drop as globes of fire / Behind the sloped fields white with weed: / Warm winds, that waft the wandering seed / With silvery plume, now low, now higher: / Pale clematis that o'er the brier / Runs with frail feet that never tire / Beside rough roads: your gifts I need, / Long summer days!
Yet come not, O profane ones! nigher, / If in your stars be severance dire / Of dear companionship decreed: / For then, alas! ye were indeed, / Too far outstripping my desire, / Long summer days!