XL) The lights are growing in the west
The lights are growing in the west,
Nor yet the east is black;
The sun goes slower down to rest
And brings the summer back.
I hate the growing light of spring,
I hate the lingering sun,
I hate the sights that only bring
Regret for summers done.
Day in, day out, the sunset sky
Renews the grinding pain
Of springs and summers gone that i
Can never live again;
And when the sun below the sea
The clouds with crimson dyes,
I shrink and turn; for there I see
My life that bleeding lies.