| Farewell to Summer Summer is fading; the broad leaves that grew So freshly green, when June was young, are falling; And, all the whisper-haunted forest through, The restless birds in saddened tones are calling, From rustling hazel copse and tangled dell, �Farewell, sweet Summer, Fragrant, fruity Summer, Sweet, farewell!� Upon the windy hills, in many a field, The honey-bees hum slow, above the clover, Gleaning the latest sweets its blooms may yield, And, knowing that their harvest-time is over, Sing, half a lullaby and half a knell, �Farewell, sweet Summer, Honey-laden Summer, Sweet, farewell!� The little brook that babbles mid the ferns, O�er twisted roots and sandy shallows playing, Seems fain to linger in its eddied turns, And with a plaintive, purling voice is saying (Sadder and sweeter than my song can tell), �Farewell, sweet Summer, Warm and dreamy Summer, Sweet, farewell!� The fitful breeze sweeps down the winding lane With gold and crimson leaves before it flying; Its gusty laughter has no sound of pain, But in the lulls it sinks to gentle sighing, And mourns the Summer�s early broken spell �Farewell, sweet Summer, Rosy, blooming Summer, Sweet, farewell!� So bird and bee and brook and breeze make moan, With melancholy song their loss complaining. I too must join them, as I walk alone Among the sights and sounds of Summer�s waning.� I too have loved the season passing well.� So, farewell, Summer, Fair but faded Summer, Sweet, farewell! (Author: George Arnold) |
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