All summertime delights,
I remember them well;
The brightly warm nights,
With their enchanting spell.
And the beautiful gardens,
With the coloring flowers;
Earth's pleasurable wardens,
Which my soul endowers.

The footsteps I've stepped,
In moments of earnestness;
Each weighing I've kept,
In true colored augustness.
All summertime delights,
That autumn shades change;
Their moments in heights,
And the future will rearrange.

I remember those days,
That are forever leaving;
In the tiding's turning ways,
Which are now interweaving.

Peter S. Quinn

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