Ah, heart, this is our summer passing -- this Deceitful flame maple and birch are wearing, These wings that simulate last April's bliss Under a stern compulsion -- with new daring Weaving their soaring patterns on the dusk Which comes too early now. Oh, heart take warning -- The shrivelled kernel soon in its dry husk And not a wing to brush the gold of morning. The heat blurred hills know how the bright rays falter -- Heart, is it well to seek validities? Here are swift changes, fervors made to alter Between blue dusk and moonrise. Hark, to these -- The cricket fiddling and the parched weeds drumming -- "Make haste -- live now -- the frost -- the frost is coming." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BUDMOUTH DEARS by THOMAS HARDY TALES OF A WAYSIDE INN: THE FIRST DAY: THE LEGEND OF RABBI BEN LEVY by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE EAGLE'S SONG by RICHARD MANSFIELD PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 26. AL-MUZIL by EDWIN ARNOLD S. MARY MAGDALEN'S OINTMENT by JOSEPH BEAUMONT |