�Summer is coming, summer is coming.
I know it, I know it, I know it.
Light again, leaf again, life again, love again,�
Yes, my wild little Poet.
Sing the new year in under the blue.
Last year you sang it as gladly.
�New, new, new, new�! Is it then so new
That you should carol so madly?
�Love again, song again, nest again, young again,�
Never a prophet so crazy!
And hardly a daisy as yet, little friend,
See, there is hardly a daisy.
�Here again, here, here, here, happy year�!
O warble unchidden, unbidden!
Summer is coming, is coming, my dear,
And all the winters are hidden.
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