Late August

By William Stanley Braithwaite

Change of heart in the dreams I bear—
Green leaf turns to brown;
The second half of the month is here,
The days are closing down.

Love so swift to up and follow
The season’s fugitive,
If thou must, make rapture hollow,
But leave me dreams to live.

Change of heart! O season’s end!
Time and tide and sorrow!
I care not what the Fates may send,
Here’s to ye, goodmorrow!