LOST: THE SUMMER
Where has the summer gone? She was here just a minute ago, With roses and daisies To whisper her praises—— And every one loved her so!
Has any one seen her about? She must have gone off in the night! And she took the best flowers And the happiest hours, And asked no one’s leave for her flight.
Have you noticed her steps in the grass? The garden looks red where she went; By the side of the hedge There’s a golden-rod edge, And the rose vines are withered and bent.
Do you think she will ever come back? I shall watch every day at the gate For the robins and clover, Saying over and over: “I know she will come, if I wait.” Raymond Macdonald Alden.
BY THE WAYSIDE
On the hill the golden-rod, And the aster in the wood, And the yellow sunflower by the brook, In autumn beauty stood. William Cullen Bryant.