Farewell to thee, summer, and to all of thy days
In which I had laughed, in which I had played;
To all of the joys you brought unto me,
And the moments bequeathed unto my memory.
Farewell to thee, summer, though in part you are missed;
A cold winter’s beckon I cannot resist,
Nor the time of peace that it brings to the land
From the scorching furies dealt by your hand.
Farewell to thee, summer, for a time we shall part;
Sometimes I will miss you, but you will stay in my heart.
In many ways, you are both fiend and friend;
And I know in due season, you will come again.