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6 IV.

Once more upon the same old seat

In the same sunshiny weather,

The elm-trees' shadows at their feet

And foliage move together.

The shadows shift upon the grass,

The dial point creeps on;

The clear sun shines, the loiterers pass,

As then they passed and shone.

But now deep sleep is on my heart,

Deep sleep and perfect rest.

Hope's flutterings now disturb no more

The quiet of my breast.

ST. MARTIN'S SUMMER

swallows turning backward

When half-way o'er the sea,

At one word's trumpet summons

They came again to me—

The hopes I had forgotten

Came back again to me.