first line (public domain): When friendly summer calls again, Calls again Her little fifers to these hills, We'll go – we two – to that arched fane Of leafage where they prime their bills Before they start to flood the plain With quavers, minims, shakes, and trills. '– We'll go,' I sing; but who shall say What may not chance before that day!
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