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Doth Autumn remind thee of sadness? / And Winter of wasting and pain? / Midsummer, of joy that was madness? / Spring, of hope that was vain?
Do the Seasons fly fast at thy laughter? / Do the Seasons lag slow if thou weep, / Till thou long'st for the land lying after / The River of Sleep?
Come here, where the West lieth golden / In the light of an infinite sun, / Where Summer doth Winter embolden / Till they reign here as one!
Here the Seasons tread soft and steal slowly; / A moment of question and doubt- / Is it Winter? Come faster! -come wholly! - / And Spring rusheth out!
We forget there are tempests and changes; / We forget there are days that are drear; / In a dream of delight, the soul ranges / Through the measureless year.
Still the land is with blossoms enfolden, / Still the sky burneth blue in its deeps; / Time noddeth, 'mid poppies all golden, / And memory sleeps.