UNHAPPY summer you, Who do not see What your yester-summer saw! Never, never will you be Its match to me, Never, never draw Smiles your forerunner drew, Know what it knew! Divine things done and said Illumined it, Whose rays crept into corn-brown curls, Whose breezes heard a humorous wit Of fancy flit. - Still the alert brook purls, Though feet that there would tread Elsewhere have sped. So, bran-new summer, you Will never see All that yester-summer saw! Never, never will you be In memory Its rival, never draw Smiles your forerunner drew, Know what it knew! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MISSING THE BO IN THE HENHOUSE by HAYDEN CARRUTH WAR VERSE (1914) by EZRA POUND |