Edna St. Vincent Millay
Gone Again Is Summer the Lovely
Gone, gone again is Summer the lovely
She that knew not where to hide
Is gone again like a jewelled fish from the hand
Is lost on ev'ry side
Mute, mute I make my way to the garden
Thither where she last was seen;
The heavy foot of the frost is on the flags there
Where her light step has been
Gone, gone again is Summer the lovely
Gone again on ev'ry side
Lost again, like a shining fish from the hand
Into the shadowy tide