The summer is dying, is dying, The splendor is fading away; And my heart is trying, is trying, To still keep cheerful and gay. As the sun is sinking, sinking, Adown the bright western sky, I can't keep thinking, from thinking, Of the days that long have gone by. Nor can keep from crying, crying, With sad heart and drooping head, As the wind is sighing, sighing, As if for some one dead. For, oh, it is taking, taking, Something out of my heart, And my heart is breaking, breaking, To see the summer depart. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHILDE ROLAND TO THE DARK TOWER CAME' by ROBERT BROWNING SOLACE by CLARISSA SCOTT DELANY BRAID CLAITH by ROBERT FERGUSSON MONTEREY [SEPTEMBER 23, 1846] by CHARLES FENNO HOFFMAN HOME THOUGHTS FROM EUROPE by HENRY VAN DYKE RAMBLE OF THE GODS THROUGH BIRMINGHAM, SELECTION by JAMES BISSET |