THE Summer comes and the Summer goes; Wild-flowers are fringing the dusty lanes, The swallows go darting through fragrant rains, Then, all of a sudden -- it snows. Dear Heart, our lives so happily flow, So lightly we heed the flying hours, We only know Winter is gone -- by the flowers, We only know Winter is come -- by the snow. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE JOYS OF THE ROAD by BLISS CARMAN THE LAWYER'S WAYS by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR GO NOW' by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS THE BIRDS: THE BUILDING OF CLOUDCUCKOOCITY by ARISTOPHANES MINDEN HOUSE by WILLIAM BARNES VISION by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES SAVAGES by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN |