A DEAD SUMMER.
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Life pulses gladly on vale and hill,
But three little hearts that I love are still,—
And that is all.
But three little hearts that I love are still,—
And that is all.
What lacks the summer?
O light and savor,
And message of healing the world above!
Gone is the old-time strength and flavor,
Gone is its old-time peace and love!
Gone is the bloom of the shimmering meadows,
Music of birds as they sweep and fall,—
All the great world is dim with shadow,
Because no longer mine eyes can see
The eyes that made summer and life for me,—
And that is all.
O light and savor,
And message of healing the world above!
Gone is the old-time strength and flavor,
Gone is its old-time peace and love!
Gone is the bloom of the shimmering meadows,
Music of birds as they sweep and fall,—
All the great world is dim with shadow,
Because no longer mine eyes can see
The eyes that made summer and life for me,—
And that is all.
