The Passing of Summer
She gathers up her robes of green and gold,
The fair, sweet Summer, and across the land
We see her go, with outward-reaching hand
Whose magic spreads its beauties manifold
Along the region by her sway controlled.
The trees, o'erhung with gorgeous banners, stand
To see her pass them with a last command,
While all the world is draped in splendor bold.
She passes onward, from the lowlands first,
Then lays a reverent touch on every hill,
A smile of promise lighting up her face;
The brooks are fain to quench her fateful thirst,
And glowing carpets line her roadway still,
The splendid queen departing from her place.
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James Berry Bensel (1856-1886)
from In the King's Garden, and other poems, 1885
[Poem is in the public domain worldwide]
James Berry Bensel biography
[Poem is in the public domain worldwide]
James Berry Bensel biography
"Tiandra, the Summer Queen", 2015. CC BY-SA 3.0, The Time of Fire.
Summer... saying, "Fare-thee-well." Personified 'summer'. 8 line subsection/octave followed by a 6 line sestet. First 8 lines: ABBA ABBA. Last 6 lines, sestet: CDE CDE. 💟💟💟💟💟💟
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