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<h3>SUMMER’S ENDING.</h3>
<p class="poetry"><span class="smcap">The</span> flags below the
shadowy fern<br/>
Shine like spears between sun and sea,<br/>
The tide and the summer begin to turn,<br/>
And ah, for hearts, for hearts that yearn,<br/>
For fires of autumn that catch and burn,<br/>
For love gone out between thee and me.</p>
<p class="poetry">The wind is up, and the weather broken,<br/>
Blue seas, blue eyes, are grieved and grey,<br/>
Listen, the word that the wind has spoken,<br/>
Listen, the sound of the sea,—a token<br/>
That summer’s over, and troths are broken,—<br/>
That loves depart as the hours decay.</p>
<p class="poetry"><SPAN name="page133"></SPAN><span class="pagenum">p.
133</span>A love has passed to the loves passed over,<br/>
A month has fled to the months gone by;<br/>
And none may follow, and none recover<br/>
July and June, and never a lover<br/>
May stay the wings of the Loves that hover,<br/>
As fleet as the light in a sunset sky.</p>
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