Finis

 An idle rhyme of the summer time, 
Sweet, and solemn, and tender; 
Fair with the haze of the moon's pale rays, 
Bright with the sunset's splendour.


Summer and beauty over the lands -
Careless hours of pleasure; 
A meeting of eyes and a touching of hands -
A change in the floating measure.


A deeper hue in the skies of blue, 
Winds from the tropics blowing; 
A softer grace in the fair moons face, 
And the summer going, going.


The leaves drift down, the green grows brown, 
And tears with smiles are blended; 
A twilight hour and a treasured flower, -
And now the poem is ended.

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