Summer Poems

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date.
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I ask for a moment's indulgence to sit by thy side. The works
that I have in hand I will finish afterwards.

Away from the sight of thy face my heart knows no rest nor respite,
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O World! O Life! O Time!
On whose last steps I climb,
Trembling at that where I had stood before;
When will return the glory of your prime?
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Crabbed Age and Youth
Cannot live together:
Youth is full of pleasance,
Age is full of care;
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She is as in a field a silken tent
At midday when the sunny summer breeze
Has dried the dew and all its ropes relent,
So that in guys it gently sways at ease,
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Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date.
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Already I am no longer looked at with lechery or love.
My daughters and sons have put me away with marbles and dolls,
Are gone from the house.
My husband and lovers are pleasant or somewhat polite
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In the summer
I stretch out on the shore
And think of you
Had I told the sea
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Come we to the summer, to the summer we will come,
For the woods are full of bluebells and the hedges full of bloom,
And the crow is on the oak a-building of her nest,
And love is burning diamonds in my true lover's breast;
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All winter your brute shoulders strained against collars, padding
and steerhide over the ash hames, to haul
sledges of cordwood for drying through spring and summer,
for the Glenwood stove next winter, and for the simmering range.
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I didn't go to church today,
I trust the Lord to understand.
The surf was swirling blue and white,
The children swirling on the sand.
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The sun is set; and in his latest beams
Yon little cloud of ashen gray and gold,
Slowly upon the amber air unrolled,
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Go from me, summer friends, and tarry not:
I am no summer friend, but wintry cold,
A silly sheep benighted from the fold,
A sluggard with a thorn-choked garden plot.
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Warm summer sun,
Shine kindly here,
Warm southern wind,
Blow softly here.
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I love to rise in a summer morn
When the birds sing on every tree;
The distant huntsman winds his horn,
And the skylark sings with me.
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Soon we will plunge ourselves into cold shadows,
And all of summer's stunning afternoons will be gone.
I already hear the dead thuds of logs below
Falling on the cobblestones and the lawn.
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There is never a sight more beautiful
Or so amazing than that of a tree,
In summer with branches and leaves so full
With gently swaying boughs for all to see.
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In the blue sky just a few specks of gray
In the evening of a beautiful day
Though last night it rained and more rain on the way
And that more rain is needed 'twould be fair to say
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Inscribed to a Dear Child:
In Memory of Golden Summer Hours
And Whispers of a Summer Sea
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O gather me the rose, the rose,
While yet in flower we find it,
For summer smiles, but summer goes,
And winter waits behind it.
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What difference does each summer bring? What difference does going through its door offer? Though the fun may seem endless, I'm still the same person searching for answers that take me deeper into the unknown. I'm still the same person saddled with mysteries. In my dreams, something else wants to hold sway. Darkness creeps into my slumber. Even in summer, I go on a gloomy highway. How can I enjoy summer when my job is my thorn and thistle? How can I find warmth in summer's embrace when I'm in a misty room? I delight in summer. I enjoy basking in the sun's full glow. Oh, bring me redemption from the celestial city. Let your elements buoy me across the turbulent sea.
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Love is...hockey...in summer
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Love is...summer...without rain
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Love is...a summer patio...in winter
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Our First Summer Together

Summer keeps its promises this year
You and me the first summer together
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Summer,
more summer,
Most summer!
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introduction:

'free and clear.' Those were the last earth-bound words from Summer—
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Cyclonic storm losing its strength has vanished giving signal to Summer to rise high;
High temperature has destined all to stay in air conditioned rooms all day long;
Long this Summer will stay it seems by its start since three or four days on;
On and on the heat of Summer's vigour is increasing all to be careful this time!
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Even now, summer does not want to give up its glory

Late into September, sunny days spread their warm rays
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