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Denis Bezmelnitsin

End of Summer
Those summer winds - they flee away,
They reft thee from me and escaped...
Away... far away...
Beyond the verge of a day...
The clouds are grey, 'tis raining again...
And trees, and leaves beneath the sullen sky -
They quiver and whisper, "Goodbye!"
Where O love art thou?
Ye flown with the birds to the south.
And left me here alone
To hark to the rain - his groans;
And to gaze at the clouds - they sail so low
And grieve for the Summer that gone...
The sky is but one dim abyss,
The torrents gush, the lightning blinks;
The thunder drums on the tambour,
Three months of Summer - how few -
Are gone... having left me only reverie
Of what might be...

Farewell this Summer, now I am free;
The song is sung - last song for thee.
But in my heart forever will be
Thy beautiful Island,
And thy melody...

August 31, 2016