Faretheewell, cruel summer,
so lief thine winds expire...

Distant echoes of liberty, now lost,
heard `tween the trees that stand ridden with...

O! When love, in wayward twilight, wandereth,
yea, and fadeth therein, in the malign mist...

Tangled in endless confusion,
enrobed in the gathering mist...

I still recall the summer nights,
the quiet sigh of swaying trees...

A story once was told to me
many a year ago...

Adrift in streams of silver light
an endless silent summer night...

Ah, the song of the silence
what beauty and depth to each line...

What sound can stir this silence?
The hush before the storm...

Restless,
I lumber through...

Frozen hearts feel little pain, and the
frost on mine had once been yours. It...

Strange how lief my eyes still view thee,
in twilight deep, thy every grace...