How at Once

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How at Once

How at once should I know,

When stretched in the harvest blue

I saw the swift’s black bow,

That I would not have that view

Another day

Until next May

Again it is due?

The same year after year⁠—

But with the swift alone.

With other things I but fear

That they will be over and done

Suddenly

And I only see

Them to know them gone.