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Outside the garden The wet skies harden; The gates are barred on The summer side: 'Shut out the flower‑time, Sunbeam and shower‑time; Make way for our time,' Wild winds have cried. Green once and cheery, The woods, worn weary, Sigh as the dreary Weak sun goes home: