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I search the azure skies in vain, No hint of autumn rain! No hint of fall from bluebirds, nor Green fields of growing grain. I SEARCH THE AZURE SKIES IN VAIN NO HINT OF AUTUMN RAIN NO HINT OF FALL FROM BLUE BIRDS NOR GREEN FIELDS OF GROWING GREEN
eathe me breath of life now, And steep the soul of me! _IMPATIENT_ Some day, when summer’s overpast, And loosed by frost, in gold and brown These greenly clinging leaves drift down, When shrill winds hush The robin red-breast and the thrush, When all the skies are overcast With racks of rain, so chill and gray Not any burgeoning may be,— Some day, Across far foreign lands and vast Unbounded spaces of the sea, So homeward, homeward, journeying fast, At last She will come back to me! I reckon up, in daily sum, The time until that scarlet date; I think the fall will never come, So wearily I wait! The hours seem leaguing to belate The days, that never crept so slow; And yet, I used to love the summer so! But now my heart may only fret And pray for it to go. And yearning so, with lashes wet, I half forget The greenery on every bough, How red the poppies are, and how Amid the tufted mignonette The scented south-winds gently blow; I heed them not,—I only know Time never seemed so long as now!  IMPATIENT BY EVELEEN STEYNE READ FOR LIVER BAXTAT ORG BY DEB KAY SOME DAY WHEN SUMMER'S OVERPAST AND LOOSE BY FROST AND GOLDEN BROWN THESE GREENLY CLINGING LEAVES DRIFT DOWN WHEN SHRILL WINCH HUSH THE ROBIN RED BREAST ON A THRUSH WHEN ALL THE SKIES ARE OVERCAST WITH RACKS OF RAIN SO CHILL AND GREY NOT ANY BURGEONING MAY BE SOME DAY ACROSS FAR FOREIGN LANDS AND VAST UNBOUND SPACES OF THE SEA SO HOMEWARD HOMEWARD JOURNEY FAST AT LAST SHE WILL COME BACK TO ME I RECKON UP IN DAILY SUM THE TIME UNTIL THAT SCARLET DATE I THINK THE FALL WILL NEVER COME SO WEARILY I WAIT THE HOURS SEEM LEAGUING TO BELATE THE DAYS THAT NEVER CREPT SO SLOW AND YET I USED TO LOVE THE SUMMER SO BUT NOW MY HEART MAY ONLY FRET AND PRAY FOR IT TO GO AND YEARNING SO WITH LASHES WET I HALF FORGET THE GREENERY ON EVERY BOUGH HOW RED THE POPPIES ARE AND HOW AMID THE TUFTED MIGNONETTE THE SCENTED SOUTH WINDS GENTLY BLOW I HEED THEM NOT ILY KNOW TIME NEVER SEEM'D SO LONG AS NOW
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