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, how shall we part! To thee I gave mine inmost heart. Swift to thy call have been my feet, I loved thy raptures and thy heat; Thy sunsets and thy evening star Have beckoned from their deeps afar. Thy winds have taught me to forget— O Summer Days, not yet, not yet! Thy veery's oft-repeated note And oriole's song I've learned by rote, Thy nights have filled me with content, Thy dawns were as a sacrament. The silence of thy forest ways Has given peace to troubled days, And all thy lovely, leafy things Have brought the joy a comrade brings. Beneath thy dome of tender blue I've learned to measure life anew; The absent hope, the lost desire Urge me again to something higher, And Beauty with her mystic gleam Has waked again the old-time dream And charmed away the vain regret— O Summer Days, not yet, not yet!