The dead beloved flashes the inward eye— <br />Though Scripture saith once to die… <br />Still, this eve—the crackling fade in summer, <br />She visits my inward self— one to not remember… <br /> Dead, oh dead! Sleep long slumbers <br />Dream O dream thy serenading numbers! Angels bid <br />Thee welcome home! <br />This calm September <br />Fade not alone… <br /> O hushed September, fading light— <br />Summer fades to Fall’s sweet night, <br />Hear O dearest, my last request: Dwell there with God— <br />Live sweet and blessed! <br />Fade O Summer— <br />Melt to fall! <br /> There! The painted season’s call…<br /><br />Stephen Spurrier Jr.<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/september-fading-light/
