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3 at Brooklin. But ah has it not been hot choky here the last few days, not honest California heat or even Chicago's I felt
smoothered stupefied as the following will show in good dog day doggerel. O for a lodge in some vast frigeration Some boundless
contiguity or frost Some boreal prarie Icy Airy Where sultry heat from old Manhattan's shore Might never reach me more. O
to escape this torred tedium Gathering Thorean's cypripedium Once more a blessed crank tramp On Waldens leafy bank. Or bathe
lave as Concord sages did In cool Musketaquid. Or use the breezes for a fan From your lake Michigan. And O for more of that
sweet lovely loafing At eve dawn On Sargent's lawn With red breast Robin gay chickaree