XXV) The hard-won summer soon is spent
The hard-won summer soon is spent,
Its days of blinding beauty gone,
That came and went, came and went,
And I lived on.
With lips athirst and hungry heart
I rose afire to see them come;
I saw them wester and depart,
And still was dumb.
And then I cursed the sunny land,
And better thought it dead,
If I should never understand
The thing they said.