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First Line: The swallow is not come yet
Last Line: And the summer-time that was.
Alternate Author Name(s): Meredith, Owen; Lytton, 1st Earl Of; Lytton, Robert
Subject(s): Summer; Transience; Grief; Impermanence; Sorrow; Sadness

THE swallow is not come yet;
The river-banks are brown;
The woodside walks are dumb yet,
And dreary is the town.
I miss a face from the window,
A footstep from the grass;
I miss the boyhood of my heart,
And the summer-time that was.

How shall I read the books I read,
Or meet the men I met?
I thought to find her rose-tree dead,
But it is growing yet.
And the river winds among the flags,
And the leaf lies on the grass.
But I walk alone. My hopes are gone,
And the summer-time that was.

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