How first you knew me in a book I wrote, How first you loved me for a written line - Edna St. Vincent Millay

Gone, gone again is Summer the lovely.
She that knew not where to hide,
Is gone again like a jeweled fish from the hand, Is lost on every side.
Mute,mute, I make way to the garden, Thither where she last was seen;
The heavy foot of the frost is on the flags there,
Where her light step has been.
Gone, gone again is Summer the lovely,
Gone again on every side,
Lost again like a shining fish from the hand Into the shadowy tide.

But she was not made for any man, and she will never be all mine.

This my personal death? — That my lungs be failing
To inhale the breath
Others are exhaling?