The summer's
waned
The moon is gone
The frost has
settled deep
It licks its
chops upon
Our face, the
pay for us is steep
Her love is gone
Well passed the
tree
Its leaves a
dusty pall
For all her
strength and
Summer stride,
she bows before the fall
I saw you last
in weeds so deep
Your feet they
shone like brass
You said that
word I long to hear
Words muffled in
the grass
For Summer’s
gone
And love must
wait
Untill another
clime or state
I wait for you
clandestinely
My love, my only
bait.
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