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. 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. 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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY LAST DUCHESS; FERRRA by ROBERT BROWNING TO MY NOSE by ALFRED HENRY FORRESTER THE WATER CROWVOOT by WILLIAM BARNES ON READING A POET'S FIRST BOOK by HENRY CUYLER BUNNER IN SPRING by AVA F. COLLINGWOOD |