Silence again. The glorious symphony <br />Hath need of pause and interval of peace. <br />Some subtle signal bids all sweet sounds cease, <br />Save hum of insects' aimless industry. <br />Pathetic summer seeks by blazonry <br />Of color to conceal her swift decrease. <br />Weak subterfuge! Each mocking day doth fleece <br />A blossom, and lay bare her poverty. <br />Poor middle-aged summer! Vain this show! <br />Whole fields of Golden-Rod cannot offset <br />One meadow with a single violet; <br />And well the singing thrush and lily know, <br />Spite of all artifice which her regret <br />Can deck in splendid guise, their time to go!<br /><br />Helen Hunt Jackson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-calendar-of-sonnets-august/
