SUMMER is fallen, is conquered, her greatness ravished away. We saw her broken with tempest on cliffs of the Irish shore; We saw her flee like the wraith of a monstrous rose, before The airy invisible hunters that hunted her night and day. And once we believed them frustrate, believed them reft of their prey, For she suddenly flashed anew into violent splendour, defied The yelling pack of the storm, and turned, and held them at bay. In superb despair she faced them, she towered like June once more, -- Then, sinking, shook on the world her golden ruins, and died. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FOREST MAID by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT OLD POETS by ALFRED JOYCE KILMER THE COMPLAINT OF THE FAIR ARMOURESS by FRANCOIS VILLON THE HUNTER'S SONG by WILLIAM BASSE ASCENSION (1) by JOSEPH BEAUMONT NOVEMB. 5. 1644 by JOSEPH BEAUMONT FRAGMENTS INTENDED FOR DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: LOVE IS WISER THAN AMBITION by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |