European Elegies/Autumn (1)/Autumn lament

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17.AUTUMN LAMENT

Gone is the grace of summer! Gone at last,
  Its laughter lies behind me.
Gone is the summer: that its grace is past
  Mountain and vale remind me.

Gone is the song of summer; hushed and still
  Is birds' melodious chanting;
No more brave madrigals adown the hill
  The shadowy dells are haunting.
Only a far-off echo seems to thrill
  Forsaken glades enchanting
Where in July beside the forest rill
  Our valiant hearts were vaunting.

Gone are the loves of summer, and the morn
  When we went sweetly friended
And gaily by thatched hut and hillside thorn
  Our white-fleeced flocks we tended.
And as the deepening autumn shall adorn
  The slopes with snow, transcended
Shall be my autumn woe, my heart forlorn
  Know even autumn ended.


From the Basque of Tene.

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