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<poem:line>Among the river sallows, borne aloft</poem:line>
<poem:indentation>
<poem:line>Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;</poem:line>
</poem:indentation>
<poem:line>And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;</poem:line>
<poem:indentation>
<poem:line>Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft</poem:line>
<poem:line>The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft;</poem:line>
<poem:indentation>
<poem:line>And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.</poem:line>
</poem:indentation>
</poem:indentation>
<poem:line>Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,</poem:line>
<poem:indentation>
<poem:line>Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;</poem:line>
</poem:indentation>
<poem:line>Conspiring with him how to load and bless</poem:line>
<poem:indentation>
<poem:line>With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;</poem:line>
</poem:indentation>
<poem:line>To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees,</poem:line>
<poem:indentation>
<poem:line>And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;</poem:line>
<poem:indentation>
<poem:line>To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells</poem:line>
</poem:indentation>
</poem:indentation>
<poem:line>With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,</poem:line>
<poem:indentation>
<poem:line>And still more, later flowers for the bees,</poem:line>
<poem:line>Until they think warm days will never cease,</poem:line>
<poem:indentation>
<poem:line>For Summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells.</poem:line>
</poem:indentation>
</poem:indentation>
</poem:stanza>
<poem:stanza>
<poem:line>Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?</poem:line>
<poem:indentation>
<poem:line>Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find</poem:line>
</poem:indentation>
<poem:line>Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,</poem:line>
<poem:indentation>
<poem:line>Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;</poem:line>
</poem:indentation>
<poem:line>Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep,</poem:line>
<poem:indentation>
<poem:line>Drows'd with the fume of poppies, while thy hook</poem:line>
<poem:indentation>
<poem:line>Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers:</poem:line>
</poem:indentation>
</poem:indentation>
<poem:line>And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep</poem:line>
<poem:indentation>
<poem:line>Steady thy laden head across a brook;</poem:line>
<poem:line>Or by a cyder-press, with patient look,</poem:line>
<poem:indentation>
<poem:line>Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours.</poem:line>
</poem:indentation>
</poem:indentation>
</poem:stanza>
<poem:stanza>
<poem:line>Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?</poem:line>
<poem:indentation>
<poem:line>Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,—</poem:line>
</poem:indentation>
<poem:line>While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,</poem:line>
<poem:indentation>
<poem:line>And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;</poem:line>
</poem:indentation>
</poem:stanza>
</poem:poem>
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