When The Summer Gave Us A Longer Day, And The Leaves Were Thickest, I Went Away: Like An Isle, Through Dark Clouds, Of The Infinite Blue, Was That Summer-Ramble From London And You. It Was But One Burst Into Life And Air, One Backward Glance On The Skirts Of Care, A Height On The Hills With The Smoke Below-- And The Joy That Came Quickly Was Quick To Go. But I Know And I Cannot Forget So Soon How The Earth Is Shone On By Sun And Moon; How The Clouds Hide The Mountains, And How They Move When The Morning Sunshine Lies Warm Above. I Know How The Waters Fall And Run In The Rocks And The Heather, Away From The Sun; How They Hang Like Garlands On All Hill-Sides, And Are The Land'S Music, Those Crystal Tides. I Know How They Gather In Valleys Fair, Meet Valleys Those Beautiful Waves To Bear; How They Dance Through The Rocks, How They Rest In The Pool, How They Darken, How Sparkle, And How They Are Cool. I Know How The Rocks From Their Kisses Climb To Keep The Storms Off With A Front Sublime; And How On Their Platforms And Sloping Walls The Shadow Of Oak-Tree And Fir-Tree Falls. I Know How The Valleys Are Bright From Far, Rocks, Meadows, And Waters, The Wood And The Scaur; And How The Roadside And The Nearest Hill The Foxglove And Heather And Harebell Fill. I Know--But The Joy That Was Quick To Go Gave More Knowledge To Me Than Words Can Shew; And You Know The Story, And How They Fare Who Love The Green Earth And The Heavenly Air.