Where is summer, now the rose is dead? Where is summer, now the birds have fled? I have wandered at the dusk of day, But have never found the flowers of May. Where is summer, now that I am old? Where is summer, now my love is cold? Years have dropt their frost upon my brow, And the warmth of youth is fleeing now. Dearest, you were summertime to me, Youth and beauty 'neath a maple tree, I have mourned for you when Night was young, I have sighed for you where stars are hung, But you left my heart in days gone by, But you let my hope of true love die. Lovely hour of bloom, I long for thee! Dear, lost summertime, return to me! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY DEATH AS A GIRL I KNEW by JAMES GALVIN EPITAPH FOR A SOLDIER by DAVID IGNATOW I SING OF LOVE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON LOST ILLUSIONS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SEPULCHRE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON BALLROOM DARK by CLARENCE MAJOR |