 | Poems : medley and Palestina |  |
The Coming Goodbye.
The summer will come, with its music
Of birds, and its darting of plumes;
The summer will come with its sunshine,
And odors, and glory of blooms.
Of birds, and its darting of plumes;
The summer will come with its sunshine,
And odors, and glory of blooms.
The wizard, the magical summer,
Will dizen the town with his smile,
And make it a city well worthy
To sparkle in Eden a while;
Will dizen the town with his smile,
And make it a city well worthy
To sparkle in Eden a while;
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Will deck it with velvet of verdure,
With jewels of leaflet and flower,
With glamor of dawn and of sunset,
With shimmering glamor of shower.
With jewels of leaflet and flower,
With glamor of dawn and of sunset,
With shimmering glamor of shower.
But you will depart from the Eden
The moment its grace is complete;
Your eyes will be lost from the window,
Your smile will abandon the street.
The moment its grace is complete;
Your eyes will be lost from the window,
Your smile will abandon the street.
The beaches will hail you; the ocean
Will anthem its welcome to you;
To you the glad billows will flutter
Their pennons of argent and blue;
Will anthem its welcome to you;
To you the glad billows will flutter
Their pennons of argent and blue;
While I, in the sun-beaten city,
Shall watch for your passing in vain,
And think of your lighthearted greetings,
And wish it were winter again.
Shall watch for your passing in vain,
And think of your lighthearted greetings,
And wish it were winter again.
| Poems : medley and Palestina | |