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TWO SUMMERS

AST summer, when athwart the sky
 Shone the immeasurable days,
We wandered slowly, you and I,
 Adown these leafy forest-ways,

With laugh and song and sportive speech,
 And mirthful tales of earlier years,
Though deep within the soul of each
 Lay thoughts too sorrowful for tears,

Because—I marked it many a time—
 Your feet grew slower day by day,
And where I did not fear to climb
 You paused to find an easier way.

And all the while a boding fear
 Pressed hard and heavy on my heart;
Yet still with words of hope and cheer
 I bade the gathering grief depart,