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.