Farewell, O lovely summer day,
Farewell to thee!
June roses, lilies, musk-filled way –
Farewell to thee!
We fold away the dusky hours;
We press the book of summer flowers;
We store the dreams that once were ours:
Farewell to thee!
We wave adieus to morning’s gold,
Farewell to thee!
Each dream, each memory we hold,
Farewell to thee!
Music and laughter, mornings bright;
The spell of August moons; to-night,
O Summer, thou art hid from sight;
Farewell to thee!
– Circa 1926