Sonnet Variation: Edna St. Vincent Millay's Sonnet XXVII
I know I am but summer to your heart;
the spring, alas, too early in the year
took flight, and so I never had a part
in sprouting days and gentle sunrise dear.
If I could like an angel buy and sell
in heaven's market strange and wondrous thing,
a treasury of stars I would do well
to trade and buy a pastward place in spring.
But summer do I have, and ere it goes,
when autum rains will pound the evening drums,
I must to you endow a summer's rose
that you may know its scent ere autum comes.
