Enoch Powell: First Poems : XXV) The hard-won summer soon is spent

XXV) The hard-won summer soon is spent

The hard-won summer soon is spent,

Its days of blinding beauty gone,

That came and went, came and went,

And I lived on.

With lips athirst and hungry heart

I rose afire to see them come;

I saw them wester and depart,

And still was dumb.

And then I cursed the sunny land,

And better thought it dead,

If I should never understand

The thing they said.