Summer Schemes Thomas Hardy
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When friendly summer calls again,
  Calls again
Her little fifers to these hills,
We’ll go - we two - to that arched fane
Of leafage where they prime their bills
Before they start to flood the plain
With quavers, minims, shakes, and trills.
  “ - We’ll go,” I sing; but who shall say
  What may not chance before that day!
And we shall see the waters spring,
  Waters spring
From chinks the scrubby copses crown;
And we shall trace their oncreeping
To where the cascade tumbles down
And sends the bobbing growths aswing,
And ferns not quite but almost drown.
  “ - We shall,” I say; but who may sing
  Of what another moon will bring!
  Calls again
Her little fifers to these hills,
We’ll go - we two - to that arched fane
Of leafage where they prime their bills
Before they start to flood the plain
With quavers, minims, shakes, and trills.
  “ - We’ll go,” I sing; but who shall say
  What may not chance before that day!
And we shall see the waters spring,
  Waters spring
From chinks the scrubby copses crown;
And we shall trace their oncreeping
To where the cascade tumbles down
And sends the bobbing growths aswing,
And ferns not quite but almost drown.
  “ - We shall,” I say; but who may sing
  Of what another moon will bring!
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