poetic farewell to summer

I Know I Am But Summer To Your Heart
by Edna St. Vincent Millay 

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

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Picturesque universe of Nishe photography was discovered few months ago by coincidence. Stubborn about detection of brand Nishe that is stocked on the Asos, I’ve strayed to Nishe’s flickr. What was impromptu affection at first, soon became daily escapade to splendid and serene world. Recent editorial English summer rain for Zeum Magazine just deepened my feelings for Nishe photographs. It captures everything I love about raindrops; dreaminess, romance and liberation.

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