An idle rhyme of the summer time, <br /> Sweet, and solemn, and tender; <br />Fair with the haze of the moon's pale rays, <br /> Bright with the sunset's splendour. <br /> <br />Summer and beauty over the lands - <br /> Careless hours of pleasure; <br />A meeting of eyes and a touching of hands - <br /> A change in the floating measure. <br /> <br />A deeper hue in the skies of blue, <br /> Winds from the tropics blowing; <br />A softer grace in the fair moons face, <br /> And the summer going, going. <br /> <br />The leaves drift down, the green grows brown, <br /> And tears with smiles are blended; <br />A twilight hour and a treasured flower, - <br /> And now the poem is ended.<br /><br />Ella Wheeler Wilcox<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/finis-3/
