As Summer into Autumn slips

As Summer into Autumn slips

And yet we sooner say

"The Summer" than "the Autumn," lest

We turn the sun away,

And almost count it an Affront

The presence to concede

Of one however lovely, not

The one that we have loved —

So we evade the charge of Years

On one attempting shy

The Circumvention of the Shaft

Of Life's Declivity.