Words for the Chisel (collection)/Take the Summer
Take the Summer
Take the Summer—when it's done
What's remembered but the Sun?
Now with winter, when it's in
Inclination after Sin
Withers with the bitter eaves,
Goes the way of gutter leaves.
What's remembered but the Sun?
Now with winter, when it's in
Inclination after Sin
Withers with the bitter eaves,
Goes the way of gutter leaves.
Man's a creature of his Seasons.
When he loves, a hundred reasons
Will not tell him why he does.
When he doesn't, why he was
Mad to do so, but for this:
Summer kisses, he must kiss.
When he loves, a hundred reasons
Will not tell him why he does.
When he doesn't, why he was
Mad to do so, but for this:
Summer kisses, he must kiss.