NOW
The longed-for summer goes;
Dwindles away
To its last rose,
Its narrowest day.
No heaven-sweet air but must die;
Softlier float,
Breathe lingeringly
Its final note.
Oh, what dull truths to tell!
Now is the all-sufficing all
Wherein to love the lovely well,
Whate’er befall.
-Walter de la Mare
Gladsome Lights 
Oh, I don’t want to see it go — but Walter de la Mere says it so well.
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It’s only been the last few years that I’ve not wanted to see summer’s end, even while rejoicing in every cool morning and earlier dusk falling. I guess I’ve become a lover of every season. “Whate’er befall.” Reading his lovely poem took me back to elementary school where I’m sure we had to memorize at least one of his poems!
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The “longed-for summer” perfectly expresses our desire to live each summer day to the full knowing how short the season is here. I remember memorizing de la Mare’s “I must go down to the sea again, to the lonely sea and the sky.”
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I assume de la Mare was not a big fan of Autumn.
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I bet he was, as Dewena is, a lover of every season…
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