Friday, August 29, 2008

Poetry Friday - Farewell to Summer

It's over. Truly, it is.
Farewell to Summer
by George Arnold

Summer is fading; the broad leaves that grew
   So freshly green, when June was young, are falling;
And, all the whisper-haunted forest through,
   The restless birds in saddened tones are calling,
From rustling hazel copse and tangled dell,
      “Farewell, sweet Summer,
        Fragrant, fruity Summer,
          Sweet, farewell!”

Upon the windy hills, in many a field,
   The honey-bees hum slow, above the clover,
Gleaning the latest sweets its blooms may yield,
   And, knowing that their harvest-time is over,
Sing, half a lullaby and half a knell,
      “Farewell, sweet Summer,
        Honey-laden Summer,
          Sweet, farewell!”

The little brook that babbles mid the ferns,
   O’er twisted roots and sandy shallows playing,
Seems fain to linger in its eddied turns,
   And with a plaintive, purling voice is saying
(Sadder and sweeter than my song can tell),
      “Farewell, sweet Summer,
        Warm and dreamy Summer,
          Sweet, farewell!”

The fitful breeze sweeps down the winding lane
   With gold and crimson leaves before it flying;
Its gusty laughter has no sound of pain,
   But in the lulls it sinks to gentle sighing,
And mourns the Summer’s early broken spell,—
      “Farewell, sweet Summer,
        Rosy, blooming Summer,
          Sweet, farewell!”

So bird and bee and brook and breeze make moan,
   With melancholy song their loss complaining.
I too must join them, as I walk alone
   Among the sights and sounds of Summer’s waning.…
I too have loved the season passing well.…
      So, farewell, Summer,
        Fair but faded Summer,
          Sweet, farewell
The round up is being hosted by Charlotte over at Charlotte's Library. Do stop by and take in all the great poetry being shared this week. Happy poetry Friday, all!


  1. I love this -- it fits my feelings exactly! I am holding onto summer until it's officially fall on Sept. 21 or 22 or whenever it is. :-) And here in SC it will still feel like summer then. But school beginning marks the end-of-summer changes in our schedule.


  2. It was 49 degrees here when I got up.

    Farewell indeed.

  3. I miss my summer freedom, but I'm looking forward to sweater and coat weather!