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Ah, loitering Summer, say when For me shall be broken the charm, that I chirp with the swallow again?
I am old: I am dumb: I have waited to sing till Apollo withdrew.
-- So Amyclae a moment was mute, and for ever a wilderness grew .-- Now learn ye to love who loved never--now ye who have loved, love anew!" "_Perdidi musam tacendo_," murmured Brother Copas, gazing afield.
"Only the young can speak to the young.

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God grant that, at the right time, the right Prince may come to her over the meadows, and discourse honest music!" _Splash!_ He sprang up and snatched at his rod.