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 the rains pass, the daffodils decay, May's thorn is withered soon, And summer's rose Follows the morning of a summer's day, And with the moon The sky pales, the wet wind blows, And summer's gone.

Change; and nothing changes. There is no space To seize the shifting fashion and cry Now. Always the shadow ranges, Always the hour estranges, Always to-morrow's morrow's at the brow. Only our hearts, Only our hearts that hold to loveliness With hot undoubting—where the swallow darts