Last Summer

To seek the Charles at Dedham we left Jamaica Plain
A-foot on paven highways, a-trolley and a-train
By pleasant country places, down bright suburban spaces,
Through elm-arcaded mazes, from quaint Jamaica Plain.

To find the Charles at Dedham, from prim Jamaica Plain
A thousand feet shall follow, but follow us in vain
Through Forest Hills and Highland, by many a fragrant mile-end,
And meadow-billowed island, genteel Jamaica Plain!

We found the Charles and Dedham. (Adieu, Jamaica Plain!)
We quested through the willows while day was on the wane,
Till there within the twilight, the red old-gold good-bye light,
Pale celadon, the skylight suffused the glassy plane.

Slow glides the Charles by Dedham. (Remote Jamaica Plain!)
And none save us have seen it, and none shall see again
Save us, and us two only, in last year's visions wanly
When evening wanders lonely along Jamaica Plain!
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