Ah, heart, this is our summer passing -- this Deceitful flame maple and birch are wearing, These wings that simulate last April's bliss Under a stern compulsion -- with new daring Weaving their soaring patterns on the dusk Which comes too early now. Oh, heart take warning -- The shrivelled kernel soon in its dry husk And not a wing to brush the gold of morning. The heat blurred hills know how the bright rays falter -- Heart, is it well to seek validities? Here are swift changes, fervors made to alter Between blue dusk and moonrise. Hark, to these -- The cricket fiddling and the parched weeds drumming -- "Make haste -- live now -- the frost -- the frost is coming." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MIDSUMMER NIGHT by SARA TEASDALE HER LIKENESS by DINAH MARIA MULOCK CRAIK THE CONTRETEMPS by THOMAS HARDY FOR MY OWN TOMBSTONE by MATTHEW PRIOR FABLE: 16 by ANTOINE VINCENT ARNAULT |