THE IMPATIENT YEAR
Why do I sigh for autumn
When summer's sun is here?
For autumn mist cannot resist
The turning of the year.
And Yuletide's barely over
When fancy finds the spring
Then how I sigh for sapphire sky
And songbirds on the wing.
When days are lengthening lightly
With evenings moonlit clear
Why do I sigh for autumn
Now summer's sun is here?