The blazing passion of our Summer Sun
Upon the noon too far intense for flowers —
That delicately wilt from drought for hours —
Is both the source of life, and life undone.

Remember when that mellow light was fun?
Recall the tone of Love that never sours?
They’re gobbled up, when manic heat devours
What once in sweetest happiness begun.

Recall at once again the songs I fashion,
As katydids in fires ever sing
With music still from beaten Earth to bring;

Then find within that hidden heart the passion
That once was covered with my somber wing,
And call from out that gorgeous howl to ring.