Good Lord, My Love!
Good Lord, my love! The dawn has slept all night, The clock has over turned, the hours spilled, And suddenly my dreams are drowned in light And half the cup of happiness is filled.
Spiders hang dripping webs along the drive And neat September folds away the leaves; Summer steps back and graciously receives The cropped young days that smilingly arrive.
To me itdoesn’t seem that one need speak Of earth perforing rings around the Sun When night and day play leap-frog through the week And hours scatter minutes just for fun.
To put it one way: Summer has departed – But has it then? For I am so light-hearted!