Poems (Chilton, 1885)/Heart-Summer
HEART-SUMMER.
Steadily falls the cold November rain—
Silently drop the leaves through the damp air;—
So fall our tears, as sadly and as vain—
So earthward drop our hopes and leave us bare.
Silently drop the leaves through the damp air;—
So fall our tears, as sadly and as vain—
So earthward drop our hopes and leave us bare.
The bird has wandered from the leafless bough,
The sky is cold and gray—a leaden pall;
And in his frosty loom chill Winter now
Weaves the white shroud that soon will cover all.
The sky is cold and gray—a leaden pall;
And in his frosty loom chill Winter now
Weaves the white shroud that soon will cover all.
Cold—sad:—but hark! I hear the summer breeze,
And noise of waters rushing to the sea;
I see the laughing flowers and waving trees,—
For all is summer when I think of thee!
And noise of waters rushing to the sea;
I see the laughing flowers and waving trees,—
For all is summer when I think of thee!