Sonnet 111, May's Newborn Summer Flows Poem by Peter S. Quinn

May's newborn summer flows here all around,
But my heart's lonely like the sallow leaf;
What's lost can never be returned or found,
I hear the wind in the short breathing brief.
My heart you know does never stay the same,
For all is gone from long forgotten days;
I burn my summer in a yellowish flame,
Where amber shades are turning into grays.
Where is now the hope that assured a please,
For ours is gone into the foreign night;
I hear no singing or a summer breeze,
Each moment in the summer’s young flight.
I yearn those days when you still cheeriest me,
And both our hearts flew close together free.