Then this salt stream, now winter bound, Fled softly through the sedge, Retreating from the sparkling Sound; And there along its edge 

Fled softly through the sedge,

And there along its edge

 We strolled, and marked the far-off sloops, And watched the cattle graze. O'erhead the swallows rushed in troops, While bright with purple haze, 

And watched the cattle graze.

While bright with purple haze,

 West Rock looked down the winding plain— Ah! this was long ago; The summer's gone, and you are gone, As everything must go. 

Ah! this was long ago;

As everything must go.

 

 

   AMOURS PASSAGÈRES 

 Light loves and soon forgotten hates, Heat-lightnings of the brooding summer sky— Ye too bred of the summer's heat, Ye too, like summer, fleet— Ye have gone by. Walks in the woods and whispers over gates, Gay rivalries of tennis and croquet— Gone with the summer sweet, Gone with the swallow fleet Southward away! 

 Breath of the rose, laughter of maids Kissed into silence by the setting moon; Wind of the morn that wakes and blows, And hastening night that goes Too soon—too soon! Meetings and partings, tokens, serenades, Tears—idle tears—and coy denials vain; Flower of the summer's rose, Say, will your leaves unclose Ever again? 

 

 

   ON A MINIATURE 

 Thine old-world eyes—each one a violet Big as the baby rose that is thy mouth— Set me a dreaming. Have our eyes not met In childhood—in a garden of the South? 

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