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First Line: A beckoning spirit of gladness seemed afloat
Last Line: And fall'n my phantom summer?
Alternate Author Name(s): Watson, John William
Subject(s): Seasons


A BECKONING spirit of gladness seemed afloat,
That lightly danced in laughing air before us:
The earth was all in tune, and you a note
Of Nature's happy chorus.

'Twas like a vernal morn, yet overhead
The leafless boughs across the lane were knitting:
The ghost of some forgotten Spring, we said,
O'er Winter's world comes flitting.

Or was it Spring herself, that, gone astray,
Across the unsentried frontier chose to tarry?
Or just a bold outrider of the May,
Or April-emissary?

The apparition faded on the air,
Capricious and incalculable comer. --
Wilt thou too pass, and leave my chill days bare,
And fall'n my phantom Summer?





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