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Seasons and Holidays Past items (poems and prose) are in this journal. |
When it is warm and green I search the day To find an open book that finds me think In dreams at odds For Summer's secret way A thought as swift as a youth's heart seems to sink I watch the "Summer Magic" in the dust My favorite things go by as felicity dies 'Cross trees I spy youth's games as thick as locust As the dream has fallen where truths at a love - tryst lies |