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THE PARTING OF SUMMER, by                 Poet Analysis     Poet's Biography
First Line: Thou'rt bearing hence thy roses
Last Line: May that next meeting be!
Alternate Author Name(s): Browne, Felicia Dorothea
Subject(s): Summer


THOU'RT bearing hence thy roses,
Glad summer, fare thee well!
Thou'rt art singing thy last melodies
In every wood and dell

But e'er the golden sunset
Of thy latest lingering day,
Oh! tell me, o'er this checkered earth,
How hast thou passed away?

Brightly, sweet Summer! brightly
Thine hours have floated by,
To the joyous birds of the woodland boughs,
The rangers of the sky;

And brightly in the forests,
To the wild deer wandering free;
And brightly, midst the garden flowers,
To the happy murmuring bee:

But how to human bosoms,
With all their hopes and fears
And thoughts that make them eagle wings,
To pierce the unborn years?

Sweet Summer! to the captive
Thou hast flown in burning dreams
Of the woods, with all their whispering leaves,
And the blue rejoicing streams; --
To the wasted and the weary
On the bed of sickness bound,
In swift delirious fantasies,
That changed with every sound; --

To the sailor on the billows,
In longings, wild and vain,
For the gushing founts and breezy hills,
And the homes of earth again!

And unto me, glad Summer!
How hast thou flown to me?
My chainless footstep naught hath kept
From thy haunts of song and glee.

Thou hast flown in wayward visions,
In memories of the dead --
In shadows from a troubled heart,
O'er thy sunny pathway shed:

In brief and sudden strivings
To fling a weight aside --
Midst these thy melodies have ceased,
And all thy roses died.

But oh! thou gentle Summer!
If I greet thy flowers once more,
Bring me again the buoyancy
Wherewith my soul should soar!

Give me to hail thy sunshine
With song and spirit free;
Or in a purer air than this
May that next meeting be!





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