GOODBYE, SUMMER
(AUG. 31, 1918)
GOOD-BYE, Summer, with the golden smile,
With fruited bough and song of bird,
With whispers only lovers heard
Or lovers spoke—
With fruited bough and song of bird,
With whispers only lovers heard
Or lovers spoke—
Good-bye, good-bye.
Good-bye, Summer, with your pale white stars
Washed in the moon of twilight skies—
With dreams that walked with half-shut eyes
Good-bye, Summer, with your pale white stars
Washed in the moon of twilight skies—
With dreams that walked with half-shut eyes
Across the hills—
Good-bye, good-bye.
Good-bye, Summer, with your roads unwound
Like dust-gray skeins where thistles drift,
Good-bye, good-bye.
Good-bye, Summer, with your roads unwound
Like dust-gray skeins where thistles drift,
And where our pilgrim thoughts ran swift
To unseen goals—
Good-bye, good-bye.
Good-bye, Summer, with your sweetheart soul,
To unseen goals—
Good-bye, good-bye.
Good-bye, Summer, with your sweetheart soul,
Your welded faith or broken tryst,
Your red rose lovers' lips have kissed
And left to fade—
Good-bye, good-bye.
Your red rose lovers' lips have kissed
And left to fade—
Good-bye, good-bye.
Good-bye, Summer, with your memories dear,
Your close hand-clasp, your tender smile;
Your ghost will walk full many a mile
With us throughout the years—
Good-bye, good-bye.
Your close hand-clasp, your tender smile;
Your ghost will walk full many a mile
With us throughout the years—
Good-bye, good-bye.