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Summer Passing
Impossible beauty, summer in swell,
Fragrance aflowing and fluttering around;
Though now, I admit, I don’t see it well,
I know – my ears! – all the birds by their sound.
Heaven surrounds me, but only for now;
Howling the winds that shall crash on my head;
Ripping the flowers that live on the bough,
Never see summer return in its stead.
Perhaps I brought fear – not meaning to do! –
Sometimes I fumble, and words aren’t the best;
The winters must fall, to summer renew;
You’ll see it once more, the world at its crest.
Your seasons return – no reason to sigh! –
No, it’s not summer that passes – but I.
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Jerrold Prothero
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