How know it from a Summer’s Day?
Its Fervors are as firm —
And nothing in the Countenance
But scintillates the same —
Yet Birds examine it and flee —
And Vans without a name
Inspect the Admonition
And sunder as they came —
How know it from a Summer’s Day?
Its Fervors are as firm —
And nothing in the Countenance
But scintillates the same —
Yet Birds examine it and flee —
And Vans without a name
Inspect the Admonition
And sunder as they came —
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