Farewell. 145 



Sweet summer ! to the captive 



Thou hast flown in burning dreams 

 Of the woods, with all their whispering leaves, 



And the hlue rejoicing streams; 



' * To the wasted and the weary, 



On the bed of sickness bound, 

 In swift delirious fantasies, 



That changed with every wound ; 



" To the sailor on the billows, 

 In longings wild and vain 

 For the gushing founts and breezy hills, 

 And the homes of earth again ! 



" And unto me, glad summer, 



How hast thou flown to me ! 

 My chainless fcx)tsteps naught hath kept 

 From thy haunts of song and glee ! 



" Thou hast flown in wayward visions, 



In memories of the dead 

 In shadows from a troubled heart 

 O'er thy sunny pathway shed. 



" In brief and sudden strivings 



To fling a weight aside 

 'Midst these thy melodies have ceased, 

 And all thy roses died. 



" But oh, thou gentle summer ! 



If I greet thy flowers once more, 

 Bring me again the buoyancy 

 Wherewith my soul should soar. 



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