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Once more the magic days are come / With stronger sun and milder air; / The shops are full of daffodils; / There's golden leisure everywhere. / I heard my Lou this morning shout: / "Here comes the hurdy-gurdy man! " / And through the open window caught / The piping of the urban Pan.
I laid my wintry task aside, / And took a day to follow joy: / The trail of beauty and the call / That lured me when I was a boy. / I looked, and there looked up at me / A smiling, swarthy, hairy man / With kindling eye -- and well I knew / The piping of the urban Pan.