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sort me o tongue and lips for natures sake, souvenirs of earliest summer, gather the welcome signs, put in april and may, the hylas croaking in the ponds, the elastic air, bees, butterflies, the sparrow with its simple notes, blue bird and darting swallow, nor forget the high-hole flashing his golden wings, the tranquil sunny haze, the clinging smoke, the vapor, shimmer of waters with fish in them, the cerulean above, all that is jocund and sparkling, the brooks running, the maple woods, the crisp february days and the sugar-making, the robin where he hops, bright-eyed, brown-breasted, with musical clear call at sunrise, and again at sunset, or flitting among the trees of the apple-orchard, building the nest of his mate, the melted snow of march, the willow sending forth its yellow-green sprouts, for spring-time is here! the summer is here! and what is this in it and from it? thou, soul, unloosendthe restlessness after i know not what; come, let us lag here no longer, let us be up and away! o if one could but fly like a bird! o to escape, to sail forth as in a ship! to glide with thee o soul, oer all, in all as a ship oer the waters; | 
