Poems (Hoffman)/Summer
For works with similar titles, see Summer.
SUMMER
Summer, O beautiful Summer!
Sunshine and sea-breeze, green earth and blue sky,
Bees, buds and blossoms, tall ferns and low mosses
Wreathing with beauty life's silent gray crosses,
Summer, sweet Summer, I bid you good-bye.
Sunshine and sea-breeze, green earth and blue sky,
Bees, buds and blossoms, tall ferns and low mosses
Wreathing with beauty life's silent gray crosses,
Summer, sweet Summer, I bid you good-bye.
Shall I come back to you ever, oh ever?
No, you are dead as the flowers I have pressed;
These like sweet memories of you I have carried,
While in the past my sweet Summer is buried
From the fair garlands that lay on her breast.
No, you are dead as the flowers I have pressed;
These like sweet memories of you I have carried,
While in the past my sweet Summer is buried
From the fair garlands that lay on her breast.