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<h3> A MEMORY </h3> I came across the marsh to-night, And though the wind was cold, I stayed a moment on the bridge To note the paly gold That lingered on the darkening bay; The creek which ran below Was frozen dumb; the dreary flats Were overspread with snow. The college bell began to ring, And as the north wind blew Its distant janglings out to sea, I thought, dear Friend, of you; And how one warm September day, While yet the woods were green, We strayed across the happy hills And this wide marsh between. The hay-stacks dotted here and there The water-meadows wide: The even lines of sluices black Were filling with the tide. Then this salt stream, now winter bound, Fled softly through the sedge, Retreating from the sparkling Sound; And there along its edge We strolled, and marked the far-off sloops, And watched the cattle graze. O'erhead the swallows rushed in troops, While bright with purple haze, West Rock looked down the winding plain— Ah! this was long ago; The summer's gone, and you are gone, As everything must go. <div style="break-after:column;"></div>

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