Villanelle

All things are reapt beneath the sky,
And I'll be gone before the year:
Girl, in October we say good-bye!

Remember how the May was mere
With white and green and violet!
Remember all that followed, dear!

How June, with wreath and coronet
Of many roses amorous
Led us dreaming deeper yet!

Thro' red July victorious
To August, ample, passionate!
No lovers e'er had more than us.

Now bronze September soon will set:
I want no life extended drear
Till Youth and Summer we forget.

O Autumn, haunted, sweet and sere!
All things are reapt beneath the sky!
And I'll be gone before the year:
Girl, in October we say good-bye!