Poem by Arthur Sherburne Hardy

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  Like the south-flying swallow the summer has flown,
  Like a fast-falling star, from unknown to unknown
  Life flashes and falters and fails from our sight,--
          Good-night, friends, good-night.

  Like home-coming swallows that seek the old eaves,
  Like the buds that wait patient beneath the dead leaves,
  Love shall sleep in our hearts till our hands meet again,
          Till then, friends, till then!

1. My Friend
2. By a Grave
3. On the Fly-Leaf of the Rubaiyat
4. Songs of Two
5. Duality

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