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SCARCE heard amid the choral throng That gave the Spring its greeting, You triumph, Robin, when your song Marks Summer's joys retreating; Then, while the green leaves flame to gold, And rain drips o'er their embers, You raise, above the sodden mould, The song of all Septembers.
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GARSTANG, W. Robin's Water-music. Nature 106, 351 (1920). https://doi.org/10.1038/106351a0
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