Poems about Summer poems

That strain again? It seems to tellOf something like a joy departed;I love its mourning accents well,Like voice of one, ah! broken-hearted.That note that pensive dies away,And can each answering

No matter how hard I listen, the wind speaksOne syllable, which has no comfort in it--Only a rasping of air through the dead elm. *Once a poet told me of his friend who was torn apartBy two pig

Warm Summer…Bumblebee flies to the southHailed by the beautiful blossom orchid Summer..oh Summer…Awe grows on the way to the summer twilight..Wish she could find the summer Before she leave

Remember the days of our first happiness,how strong we were, how dazed by passion,lying all day, then all night in the narrow bed,sleeping there, eating there too: it was summer,it seemed everythi

’Tis the early summer season, when the skies are clear and blue; When wide warm fields are glad with corn as green as ever grew, And upland growths of wattles engolden all the view. Oh! Is there

Welcome, rain or tempestFrom yon airy powers,We have languished for themMany sultry hours,And earth is sick and wan, and pines with all her flowers.What have they been doingIn the burning June?

To Thomas Pennant, Esquire. ... equidem credo, quia sit divinitus illis Ingenium.Virg., Georg. When day declining sheds a milder gleam, What time the may-fly haunts the pool or stream; When t

They come back in their whiteshifts, their ruffled shawls of saltwhite, the way the dead always returnwhen you need them the most—when it's too hot to do anythingbut picture the worst—the Bo

Summer's heat can swelter and melt...As summer's heat may simmer as weld.Some summer's heat can burn as long...This summer's heat can impel a song.Summer's heat can cook and bake...Summer's heat

846Twice had Summer her fair VerdureProffered to the Plain—Twice a Winter's silver FractureOn the Rivers been—Two full Autumns for the SquirrelBounteous prepared—Nature, Had'st thou not

631Ourselves were wed one summer—dear—Your Vision—was in June—And when Your little Lifetime failed,I wearied—too—of mine—And overtaken in the Dark—Where You had put me down—

Summer is dying in the purple and gold and russet of the falling leaves of the wood, and the sunset clouds are dying in their own blood. In the emptying public gardens the last strollers break t