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Summer's Ending
The flags below the shadowy fern
Shine like spears between sun and sea;
The tide and the summer begin to turn,
And ah, for hearts, for hearts that yearn,
For fires of autumn that catch and burn,
For love gone out between thee and me.
Shine like spears between sun and sea;
The tide and the summer begin to turn,
And ah, for hearts, for hearts that yearn,
For fires of autumn that catch and burn,
For love gone out between thee and me.
The wind is up, and the weather broken,
Blue seas, blue eyes, are grieved and gray;
Listen, the word that the wind has spoken,
Listen, the sound of the sea—a token
That summer's over, and troths are broken—
That loves depart as the hours decay.
Blue seas, blue eyes, are grieved and gray;
Listen, the word that the wind has spoken,
Listen, the sound of the sea—a token
That summer's over, and troths are broken—
That loves depart as the hours decay.
A love has passed to the loves passed over;
A month has fled to the months gone by;
And none may follow, and none recover
July and June, and never a lover
May stay the wings of the loves that hover,
As fleet as the light in a sunset sky.
A month has fled to the months gone by;
And none may follow, and none recover
July and June, and never a lover
May stay the wings of the loves that hover,
As fleet as the light in a sunset sky.
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