LOVELY Spring, A brief sweet thing, Is swift on the wing; Gracious Summer, A slow sweet comer, Hastens past; Autumn while sweet Is all incomplete With a moaning blast. Nothing can last, Can be cleaved unto, Can be dwelt upon. It is hurried through It is come and gone, Undone it cannot be done; It is ever to do, Ever old, ever new, Ever waxing old And lapsing to Winter cold. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EVENTIDE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON ON VIOLET'S WAFERS, SENT ME WHEN I WAS ILL by SIDNEY LANIER |