THE REMAINS OF SUMMER
Here we sit, looking out
On the remains of summer,
With just a touch of melancholy.
Once we greeted the fall with a shout,
The cooling of the breezes,
The dawn of cobalt skies,
The jointure of deep colors
In the meadows and by the sea.
Once we rejoiced to see them here,
And still do, as far as rejoicing
Remains our portion. But now the fall
Brings in the end of balmy summer,
Which we cannot help regretting,
As we note the passing of our time.