Skip to content
Linespedia

Fickle Summer

Topics: classic

Fickle Summer's fled away,          Shall we see her face again?          Hearken to the weeping rain,     Never sunbeam greets the day.     More inconstant than the May,          She cares nothing for our pain,          Nor will hear the birds complain     In their bowers that once were gay.     Summer, Summer, come once more,          Drive the shadows from the field,                 All thy radiance round thee fling,     Be our lady as of yore;          Then the earth her fruits shall yield,                 Then the morning stars shall sing.

AI analysis available. Enable JavaScript to interact.

About this line

"Fickle Summer's fled away,..."

Robert Fuller Murray's contribution to classic is further solidified by the brilliance found in "Fickle Summer"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...

Classified Tags

Related lines

"In the hard familiar horse-box I am sitting once again;     Creeping back to old St. Andrews comes the slow North British train,     Bearing be"

"What the end the gods have destined unto thee and unto me,     Ask not: 'tis forbidden knowledge.    Be content, Leuconoe.     Let alone the for"

"O swallow-tailed purveyor of college sprees,     O skilled to please the student fraternity,          Most honoured publican of Scotland,"

"The sun shines fair on Tweedside, the river flowing bright,     Your heart is full of pleasure, your eyes are full of light,     Your cheeks are"

"Here morning in the ploughman's songs is met     Ere yet one footstep shows in all the sky,     And twilight in the east, a doubt as yet,     S"

"The Text is taken from Percy's Reliques (1765), vol. i. p. 71, 'given from two MS. copies, transmitted from Scotland.' Herd had a very similar bal"

Continue Reading

"In the hard familiar horse-box I am sitting once a..."

Weekly Poetic Insight

Join our literary Sanctuary

Get the most inspiring lines, poetic analysis, and secret shayaris delivered to your inbox every Sunday.