The summer-time perspectives.
Not unreasonably
Open out, expectantly
As broadly far-cried
Track, with sun on a sea
For hearts, twin wrought
Freedom-seeking, freedom-sought
Gull, me; alongside.
Ignoring which glassed portion
Of what now, year-framed
Brightest, and most benign-famed
Is for rain un-dried!
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