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 mossesWreathing 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 buriedFrom the fair garlands that lay on her breast.