<html xmlns:tei="http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0"><body><h1 align="center" class="head">While Summers Pass</h1><p class="byline"> ALINE MICHAELIS <br xmlns:exist="http://exist.sourceforge.net/NS/exist" xmlns:html="http://www.w3.org/TR/REC-html40"/><span class="smallcaps">IN The Enterprise, Beaumont, Texas</span></p><div class="stanza"><p class="line">SUMMER comes and summer goes, </p><p class="line">Buds the primrose, fades the rose;</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">But his footfall on the grass, </p><p class="line">Coming swiftly to my door, </p><p class="line">I shall hear again no more,</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">Though a thousand summers pass.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">Once he loved the clovers well, </p><p class="line">Loved the larkspur and bluebell.</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">And the scent the plum--blooms yield; </p><p class="line">But strange flowers his soul beguiled, </p><p class="line">Pallid lilies, laurels wild,</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">Blooming in a crimson field.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">So he plucked the laurels there, </p><p class="line">And he found them sweet and fair</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">In that field of blood-red hue; </p><p class="line">And, when on a summer night </p><p class="line">Moonlight drenched my clovers white,</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">Lo! He plucked Death's lilies, too.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">It may be that e'en to--night, </p><p class="line">In the Gardens of Delight,</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">Where his shining soul must dwell,</p><p class="line">In has found some flowers more sweet </p><p class="line">Than the clovers at my feet,</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">Some celestial asphodel.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">But while summer comes and goes, </p><p class="line">With the primrose and the rose</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">Comes his footfall on the grass--</p><p class="line">Gladly, lightly to my door-- </p><p class="line">I shall hear it echo o'er,</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">Though a thousand summers pass. </p></div></body></html> · Great War