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Here in lovely New England / When summer is come, a sea-turn / Flutters a page of remembrance / In the volume of long ago.
Soft is the wind over Grand Pre, / Stirring the heads of the grasses, / Sweet is the breath of the orchards / White with their apple-blow.
There at their infinite business / Of measuring time forever, / Murmuring songs of the sea, / The great tides come and go.
Over the dikes and the uplands / Wander the great cloud shadows, / Strange as the passing of sorrow, / Beautiful, solemn, and slow.
For, spreading her old enchantment / Of tender ineffable wonder, / Summer is there in the Northland! / How should my heart not know?