23. Summer in Sulby

August has fled into the void

And taken with her hours

And minutes that I have enjoyed

But knew it not till they were destroyed;

As broken flowers

Exhale the fragrance that was there

Imprisoned in the heart

Upon the near surrounding air,

Lading it with perfume rare.

So when from us depart

The cries of joy and carnival

Down the yawning years,

We sense the radiance of all

That did our steps befall.

And laughter and slow tears

Accompany our fears

That never more will such a joy return

As that which now but as a fading star doth burn.