O thou Summer of my life!
I wudst that thou return,
With glowing fingers shield the knife,
Of Winter's sombre after-life;
My heart again would burn!
At fields of opportunity,
Unlimited by age,
So closer to the Spring I'd be,
Undying, unafraid.
Stood, 'neath the canyon wall of faith,
Safe from lifes gales above,
Only to have the wraith descend-
Of unrequited love!
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