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Thursday, 6 October 2022

Declining Summer by Clinton Scollard

Reluctantly the summer goes;
The crimson radiance of the rose
Is ashen in the garden-close.

There is a pleading plaintiveness
In the long hill-wind’s low caress,
Heart-moving and yet passionless.

The noons are heavy with the heat,
And still, save for the thin-drawn beat
Of the cicada, shrilly-sweet.

Faintly the groves begin to grieve,
And grows more mournful eve by eve
The music-web the thrushes weave.

And Love, erewhile in vernal guise,
Adown the land, in pensive wise,
Now wanders with averted eyes.

From: http://www.blackcatpoems.com/s/declining_summer.html

Date: 1908

By: Clinton Scollard (1860-1932)