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II.
Midnight—and joyless June gone by,
And from the deluged park
The cuckoo of a worse July
Is calling thro' the dark:

But thou art silent underground,
And o'er thee streams the rain,
True poet, surely to be found
When Truth is found again.

III.
And now, in these unsummer'd skies
The summer bird is still,
Far off a phantom cuckoo cries
From out a phantom hill;