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When July's sun has spent her fierceness on
The sweltering earth; I love to ramble then Along the narrow banks of dear Elm Creek And be for one short hour a boy again. To make the rocks skip o'er the waters smooth And see the frogs plunge from the water's edge, And hear the gentle cooing of the dove Among the elms and from the distant hedge. Oh, boyhood days ne'er come so near to me As in these strolls in Summer eve's twilight; I view again the scenes I love so well And watch the gentle coming of the night. |
Kansas Zephyrs
Ed. Blair
(Madison, Wis.: American Thresherman. 1901)
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