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18 The summer comes again, by vale and hill With blossoms fashioning her fragrant way; But thou, the child of summer, to the day Art long unknown, and all thy steps are still. In summer wert thou born, and thou didst fill Thy scanty urn of years while summer spray Whitened the shores where thy mute image lay, Robbed of its poet. Hence the summers will Seek thee in vain. The eye that watched the cloud Hath locked its sight beneath the fallen lid; The ear that heard the skylark's note is vowed To a perpetual silence. Thou art hid Beyond the summers, and thy name belongs But to a ceaseless melody of songs.

STRANGER, schooled to gentle arts, He stept before the curious throng ; His path into our waiting hearts Already paved by song. Full well we knew his choristers, Whose plaintive voices haunt our rest,