Amours Passagères

Light loves and soon forgotten hates, Heat-lightnings of the brooding summer sky-- Ye too bred of the summer's heat, Ye too, like summer, fleet-- Ye have gone by. Walks in the woods and whispers over gates, Gay rivalries of tennis and croquet-- Gone with the summer sweet, Gone with the swallow fleet Southward away!

Breath of the rose, laughter of maids Kissed into silence by the setting moon; Wind of the morn that wakes and blows, And hastening night that goes Too soon--too soon! Meetings and partings, tokens, serenades, Tears--idle tears--and coy denials vain; Flower of the summer's rose, Say, will your leaves unclose Ever again?