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The sun a splintered splendor was

In trees, whose waving branches blurred

Its disc, that day we went together,

’Mid wild-bee hum and whirring buzz

Of locusts, through the fields that purred

With summer in the perfect weather.

So sweet it was to look, and lean

To her young face and feel the light

Of eyes that met my own unsaddened!

Her laugh that left lips more serene;

Her speech that blossomed like the white

Life-everlasting there and gladdened.

Maturing summer, you were fraught

With more of beauty then than now

Parades the pageant of September:

Where What-is-now contrasts in thought

With What-was-once, that bloom and bough

Can only help me to remember.