Listen
the wind is rising, and the air is wild with leaves. We have had our
summer evenings, now for October eves.
-
Humbert Wolfe
When summer gathers up her robes of glory,
And, like a dream, glides away.
- Sarah Helen Whitman
And, like a dream, glides away.
- Sarah Helen Whitman
Gone
are the birds that were our summer guests.
-
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
