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When the summer gave us a longer day, / And the leaves were thickest, I went away: / Like an isle, through dark clouds, of the infinite blue, / Was that summer-ramble from London and you.
It was but one burst into life and air, / One backward glance on the skirts of care, / A height on the hills with the smoke below -- / And the joy that came quickly was quick to go.