Farewell to Summer
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Title
Farewell to Summer
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Farewell to thee, sweet summer,
Of if in sunny bowers
Farewell to thee, sweet summer,
And with thee have departed
Some long indulg'd imaginings
And there are human bosoms,
And some around whose temples,
Some have their fates united
But thou art gone, sweet summer,
My heart thou leav'st in sadness,
But when earth gladly hails thee,
Thou art almost past away,
And wither'd are the roses,So lately fresh and gay;
Of if in sunny bowers
Some few may yet be found,
They too soon will be faded,And scattered o'er the ground.
Farewell to thee, sweet summer,
Thy singing birds have flown,
Thy soft and fragrant breezesHave been exhal'd and gone.
And with thee have departed
The cherish'd hopes of years,
And fair and brilliant visionsHave been erased by tears.
Some long indulg'd imaginings
Have faded in thy beam,
And many drops of anguishCommingled with thy stream,
And there are human bosoms,
Which at thy natal day
Were beating high with gladness,And now are sorrow's prey.
And some around whose temples,
The light of youth was shed,
Are now entomb'd in darkness,And slumbering with the dead.
Some have their fates united
Beneath the genial ray,
And friendships have been plighted,And other cast away.
But thou art gone, sweet summer,
With all thy joys and cares,
Thy records of affection,Thy offering of tears.
My heart thou leav'st in sadness,
With blighted hopes around,
And when thou next returnest,I may not here be found.
But when earth gladly hails thee,
Rejoicing wood and dell,
My lonely grave may meet thee -Sweet summer, fare-thee-well!
Creator
Lucy Seymour
Source
1:44, p. 2
Date
1837.11.04
Collection
Citation
Lucy Seymour, “Farewell to Summer,” Periodical Poets, accessed September 20, 2024, https://periodicalpoets.com/items/show/246.
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