Although harsh winter weighs down restless heart, <br />I know I'm not but cusp, husk for full year. <br />Warm welcome will expand, dwarf other part, <br />swing brooding moods to mine shared joys sincere. <br />No harvest rich with golden fruits to sell <br />need I, nor wise saws winter hoarfrost bring, <br />who loves well Hell defies, time's ebb and swell <br />weathered, all storms calmed, splices angel wing. <br />Love therefore says: O time suspend thy flows! <br />range changeless and defy fate's hidden drums, <br />so two true steady stay, thorn shorn from rose, <br />no far migration, ceaseless summer comes. <br />No pause, no cause to seek another clime <br />eternal summer gilding timeless rhyme. <br /> <br />I know I am but summer to your heart, <br />And not the full four seasons of the year; <br />And you must welcome from another part <br />Such noble moods as are not mine, my dear. <br />No gracious weight of golden fruits to sell <br />Have I, nor any wise and wintry thing; <br />And I have loved you all too long and well <br />To carry still the high sweet breast of Spring. <br />Wherefore I say: O love, as summer goes, <br />I must be gone, steal forth with silent drums, <br />That you may hail anew the bird and rose <br />When I come back to you, as summer comes. <br />Else will you seek, at some not distant time, <br />Even your summer in another clime.<br /><br />Jonathan ROBIN<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/after-milady-parody-edna-st-vincent-millay-i-am-but-summer/
