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 />Edna St. Vincent Millay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-know-i-am-but-summer-to-your-heart/
