Summer’s Elegy
Day after day, day after still day, The summer has begun to pass away. Starlings at twilight fly clustered and call, And branches bend, and leaves begin to fall. The meadow and the orchard grass are mown, And the meadowlark’s house is cut down. The little lantern bugs have doused their fires, The swallows sit in rows along the wires. Berr…
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