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      Show me again the time

      When in the Junetide’s prime

   We flew by meads and mountains northerly! —

Yea, to such freshness, fairness, fulness, fineness, freeness,

      Love lures life on.

      Show me again the day

      When from the sandy bay

   We looked together upon the pestered sea! —

Yea, to such surging, swaying, sighing, swelling, shrinking,

      Love lures life on.

      Show me again the hour

      When by the pinnacled tower

   We eyed each other and feared futurity! —

Yea, to such bodings, broodings, beatings, blanchings, blessings,

      Love lures life on.

      Show me again just this:

      The moment of that kiss

   Away from the prancing folk, by the strawberry-tree! —

Yea, to such rashness, ratheness, rareness, ripeness, richness,

      Love lures life on.