How at Once
How at once should I know,When stretched in the harvest blueI saw the swift's black bow,That I would not have that viewAnother dayUntil next MayAgain it is due?
The same year after year--But with the swift alone.With other things I but fearThat they will be over and doneSuddenlyAnd I only seeThem to know them gone.
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