Summer is flaming out; 

I live in fear. 

 Already I feel the sun's indifference 

destroying my inner night; 

my every step 

is a little death. 

 Already the winds howl laughter 

at my straw ideals. 

I have heard twigs snap, 

at night, 

outside my window – 

I am afraid. 

The skies are full of storms, 

protesting. I can hear your voice 

moaning in my ears; 

the sound is like death – 

 O chide my coward soul 

for weeping at autumn's advance!