Saturday Poetry Corner: I Know I Am But Summer To Your Heart

Beach Lovers Kiss

Vickie Wade

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I know I am but summer to your heart,

And not the full four seasons of the year;

And you must welcome from another part

Such noble moods as are not mine, my dear.

No gracious weight of golden fruits to sell

Have I,  nor any wise and wintry thing;

And I have loved you all too long and well

To carry still the high sweet breast of Spring.

Wherefore I say: O love, as summer goes,

I must be gone, steal forth with silent drums,

That you may hail anew the bird and rose

When I come back to you, as summer comes.

Else will you seek, at some not distant time,

Even your summer in another clime.

"I Know I Am But Summer To Your Heart"
Fourth Sonnet from "The Harp-Weaver"
(1923)
Edna St. Vincent Millay
(1892-1950)
American lyrical poet and playwright