Poems (Spofford)/Cavete, Felices

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CAVETE, FELICES.
The orchards all aflutter with pink, Robins' twitter, and wild bees' humming,Break the song with a thrill, to think How sweet is life when summer is coming.
The maple burning a scarlet leaf, The melting haze, and the south wind blowing,Charm the sting from the touch of grief, For sweet is life when summer is going.
Oh, sweet, so sweet that the heart grows chill, Knowing the clouds will sweep the clover,The leaf will redden, the bird sing still, But for us, how soon it will all be over!
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