Pebbles and Shells (Hawkes collection)/The Last Fair Day
THE LAST FAIR DAY
It was the last fair day of all the year,Halfway between the realms of heat and cold,When days are short and Boreas is boldAnd summer fields and woods are bare and sere;But all that there was left of warmth and cheerThis day had caught within its fleecy foldOf summer sky, and o'er the frozen woldThe lancers of the cold fled back in fear Oh! how the glad sun warmed the frozen earth,Making her pulseless heart to beat again,Dancing his sunbeams over hill and plain!Until it seemed like Summer's second birth,But e'er his orb had even time to dimThe night and cold fell like a pall on him.