Horizons burst with sun-torched trembling heat,
Rays striving 'mongst themselves to gild the leaves
Of tangled trees where Earth and Heaven meet
And bless with bright corona blackened eaves.
But fast he fades, the lord of summer days!
Though burns his parting bold in blistered sky,
His fiery beams already flee the ways
Where lately glorious flame-hues sang on high.
Too soon the crickets shrill their gloaming hum;
Too soon do creeping shadows cloak the Earth.
And, oh, how soon my mortal dark has come
To feast on fevered dreams that called it forth.
These darkling fissures swallow sunlight's last
As life, like hope, meanders into past.