The final farewell

Faretheewell, cruel summer,
so lief thine winds expire.
They whispered: "we are deathless",
to set my heart afire.

Faretheewell, cruel summer,
of bliss thine tongues have spoken.
They stole my heart in twilight,
and left it weak and broken.

Faretheewell, cruel summer,
the hand of winter drew thee.
A face, so vile and dreadful.
No dreams will hence pursue thee.

Faretheewell, cruel summer,
what grace was laid upon thee.
was granted by the blindness
of hearts that never won thee.