There are seasons, deep and splendid,
when each heart sees where it flows,
estimates the time for leaving, tells the distance, then it goes;
does not hesitate nor falter, neither turns nor seeks reply
to the hundred unasked questions; wipes no tear, bids no goodbye;
sings the chilly breath of morning, sings the silent silver rain,
sings itself in perfect cadence: [...]
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