Craving Summer
“O craving heart, for the lost flowers
And sunshine of my summer hours!
The undying voice of that dead time,
With its interminable chime,
Rings, in the spirit of a spell,
Upon thy emptiness—a knell.” — Edgar Allan Poe; Edgar Allan Poe: Complete Poems—Tamerlane, p. 100
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