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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=420727" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Last Eve Of Summer</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=420727" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Summer's last sun nigh unto setting shines<br>Through yon columnar pines,<br>And on the deepening shadows of the lawn<br>Its golden lines are drawn.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=420727" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Dreaming of long gone summer days like this,<br>Feeling the wind's soft kiss,<br>Grateful and glad that failing ear and sight<br>Have still their old delight,</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=420727" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I sit alone, and watch the warm, sweet day<br>Lapse tenderly away;<br>And, wistful, with a feeling of forecast,<br>I ask, 'Is this the last?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=420727" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'Will nevermore for me the seasons run<br>Their round, and will the sun<br>Of ardent summers yet to come forget<br>For me to rise and set?'</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=420727" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Thou shouldst be here, or I should be with thee<br>Wherever thou mayst be,<br>Lips mute, hands clasped, in silences of speech<br>Each answering unto each.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=420727" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">For this still hour, this sense of mystery far<br>Beyond the evening star,<br>No words outworn suffice on lip or scroll:<br>The soul would fain with soul</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=420727" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Wait, while these few swift-passing days fulfil<br>The wise-disposing Will,<br>And, in the evening as at morning, trust<br>The All-Merciful and Just.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=420727" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The solemn joy that soul-communion feels<br>Immortal life reveals;<br>And human love, its prophecy and sign,<br>Interprets love divine.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=420727" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Come then, in thought, if that alone may be,<br>O friend! and bring with thee<br>Thy calm assurance of transcendent Spheres<br>And the Eternal Years!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=John+Greenleaf+Whittier">John Greenleaf Whittier</a></strong></div>

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