Peace; Past Summer Eves
What first was felt, ere called to
Come down from out
Flows the trees, through; with a warmth
That's honey-lit.
What at last was, of all talk
Now out of range!
As far in time
Reached its limit!
Day into Night's bluff. As smooth
Slides, heard for croaks.
Friends' closer bond
Which did permit.
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