SUMMER SONG I

George Barker (1913-1991)
I looked into my heart to write
And found a desert there.
But when i looked again I heard
Howling and proud in every word
The hyena despair.
Great summer sun,great summer sun,
All less burns in trophies;
And in the cold sheet of the sky
Lifelong the fish-lipped lovers lie
Kissing catastophies.
O loving garden where I lay
When under the breasted tree
My son stood up behind my eyes
And groaned: Remember that the price
Is vineger for me.
Great summer sun,great summer sun
Turn back to the designer:
I would not be the one to start
The breaking day and the breaking heart
For all the grief in China.
My one,my one,my only love,
Hide,hide your face in a leaf,
And let the hot tear falling burn
The stupid heart that will not learn
The everywhere of grief.
Great summer sun,great summer sun,
Turn back to the never-never
Cloud-cuckoo,happy,far-off land
Where all the love is true love,and
True love goes on for ever.

I KNOW I AM BUT SUMMER TO YOUR HEART
Edna St, Vincent Millay (1892-1950)

I know I am but summer to your heart,
And not the full four seasons of the year;
And you must welcome from another part
Such noble moods as are not mine,my dear.
No gracious weight of golden fruits to sell
Have I ,nor any wise and wintry thing;
And I have loved you all too long and well
To carry still the high sweet breast of Spring.
Wherefore I say: O love,as summer goes,
I must be gone,steal forth with silent drums,
That you may hail anew the bird and rose
When I come back to see you,as summer comes.
Else will you seek,at some not distant time,
Even your summer in another clime.

SUMMER
Marietta Holley

Now sinks the summer sun into the sea;
Sure never such a sunset shone as this,
That on it`s goldend wing has borne such bliss,
Dear Love,to thee and me.

Ah,life was drear and lonely,missing thee,
Though what my loss I did not then devine;
But all is past,-the sweet words ,thou art mine,
Make bliss for thee and me.

How swells the light breeze o`er the blossoming lea,
Sure never winds swept past so sweet and low,

No lonely,unblest future waiteth now,
Dear Love,for thee and me.

Look upward o`er the glowing west,and see,
Surely the star of evening never shone
With such a holy radiance-oh,my own,
Heaven smiles on thee and me.

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