Virna Sheard (1865-1943 / Ontario)
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A Song Of Summer Days
As pearls slip off a silken string and fall into the sea,
These rounded summer days fall back into eternity.
Into the deep from whence they came; into the mystery--
At set of sun each one slips back as pearls into the sea.
They are so sweet--so warm and sweet--Love fain would hold them fast:
He weeps when through his finger tips they slip away at last.