A Song Of Summer Days
By Virna Sheard
As pearls slip off a silken string and fall into the sea,
These rounded summer days fall back into eternity.
Into the deep from whence they came; into the mystery -
At set of sun each one slips back as pearls into the sea.
They are so sweet - so warm and sweet - Love fain would hold them fast:
He weeps when through his finger tips they slip away at last.