We'll not weep for summer over,--
No, not we:
Strew above his head the clover,--
Let him be!
Other eyes may weep his dying,
Shed their tears
There upon him, where he's lying
With his peers.
Unto some of them he proffered
Gifts most sweet;
For our hearts a grave he offered,--
Was this meet?
All our fond hopes, praying, perished
In his wrath,--
And the lovely dreams we cherished
Strewed his path.
Shall we in our tombs, I wonder,
Sundered wide as seas can sunder,
Heart from heart,
Dream at all of all the sorrows
That were ours,--
Bitter nights, more bitter morrows;
Summer gathered, as in madness,
These are yours, in place of gladness,--
Gifts from me'?
Nay, the rest that will be ours
And below the poppy flowers
Steals no dream.
|1||Summer Shadows, by Karin Elizabeth Martin|
|2||Summer Time, by Karin Elizabeth Martin|
|3||More Than Summer, by Lydia Martin|
|4||Summer Storm, by Thomas James Martin|
|5||Hummingbird Summer, by Thomas James Martin|
|6||Summer Sunset Versus Christmas, by Trade Martin|
|7||Himalayan Summer, by Denis Martindale|
|8||Spring Into Summer, by Denis Martindale|
|9||Summer, by Cristian Martinez|
|10||Summer, by Erika Martinez|
|11||Summer Is Here, by Sandra Martyres|
|12||Summer She Saw, by Tyler Mason|
|13||Summer No Longer Clothes Itself For Me, by Patti Masterman|
|14||The Heat Of Summer, by Rex Mathew Mathew|
|15||The Songs Of Summer, by Mathilde Blind|
|16||Summer Song, by DILIPBHASKER MATHRA|
|17||The Beauty Of Summer, by MeganOlivia Maxwell|
|18||Summer Night, by Jaime Montanez Salcedo|
|19||Summer Blindness, by Shawn Montgomery|
|20||Summer 1975., by Christian K. Montiel|