When summer’s end is nighing
And skies at evening cloud,
I muse on change and fortune
And all the feats I vowed
When I was young and proud.

The roar of the crowd is the soundtrack of summer, and baseball is the star of the show

I thought of summer as the living time; the rest of the year was the backward time, the writing time.

Spring is the time of year when it is summer in the sun and winter in the shade.

It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade.

We are like roses that have never bothered to bloom when we should have bloomed and it is as if the sun has become disgusted with waiting

I am astonished, disappointed, pleased with myself. I am distressed, depressed, rapturous. I am all these things at once, and cannot add up the sum

Kiss me hard before you go. Summertime sadness. I just wanted you to know. That, baby, you’re the best.