Summer Days Have Now All Flown
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Peter S. Quinn
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Summer days have now all flown
On to pleasures of gone abundance
As the breeze in the fall has grown
In gloom of dull daydream dance
The light that now dwells is in dark
Of its wandering ways of farewell
For one time the blue in sky did spark
And for a moment give of its spell
Now days are coming murky deep
Away from the laughs and care
In the abysses of demeanor to keep
When iciness on windows is here
A spirit of diffuse of its nightly flow
Where thoughts are itinerant in
With every tincture that had to go
By delight sprits of thick and thin
The inundation of their rise and fall
As the evening comes slowly on
Everything within this world parasol
Until their gratification are gone
Flown in thrift till not here at last
Making its peripatetic and waste
Falling to powder or become rust
Each one to each fathomless taste
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