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[00:08.74]When friendly summer calls again,
[00:13.12]Calls again
[00:14.62]Her little fifers to these hills,
[00:18.95]We'll go we two to that arched fane
[00:23.09]Of leafage where they prime their bills
[00:27.21]Before they start to flood the plain
[00:30.68]With quavers, minims, shakes, and trills.
[00:39.20]" We'll go," I sing; but who shall say
[00:45.85]What may not chance before that day!
[00:52.46]
[00:58.65]And we shall see the waters spring,
[01:03.18]Waters spring
[01:04.64]From chinks the scrubby copses crown;
[01:09.33]And we shall trace their oncreeping
[01:13.46]To where the cascade tumbles down
[01:17.28]And sends the bobbing growths aswing,
[01:20.26]And ferns not quite but almost drown.
[01:29.49]" We shall," I say; but who may sing
[01:36.38]Of what another moon will bring!