The Throstle
'Summer is coming, summer is coming,
I know it, I know it, I know it.
Light again, leaf again, life again, love again!'
Yes, my wild little Poet . . .
'Here again, here, here, here, happy year!'
O warble unchidden, unbidden!
Summer is coming, is coming my dear,
And all the winters are hidden.
--Alfred, Lord Tennyson
(Stanzas 1 and 4)
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