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THE summer sun shone round me, / The folded valley lay / In a stream of sun and odour, / That sultry summer day.
The tall trees stood in the sunlight / As still as still could be, / But the deep grass sighed and rustled / And bowed and beckoned me.
The deep grass moved and whispered / And bowed and brushed my face.
It whispered in the sunshine: / "The winter comes apace. "