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Song from the Gaelic, Maybe
The fond summer numbers
Fade from eye and ear;
The angler in the stream
Is no more there.
For all one remembers
The sigh comes easy,
The long-drawn sigh
For the green wish of summer
Going by, gone by—
Dream and illusion,
Illusion and dream,
And the fisherman gone
Like the fly from the stream.
In the streets of the town
People appear
Dressed for the season