Bass Harbor Sunset

Taste, and remember all the summer days 
That lie, like golden reflections in the lake 
Of vanished years, unreal but sweet always; 
Soft luminous shadows that I may not take 
Into my hands again, but still discern 
Drifting like gilded ghosts before my eyes. 
Beneath the waters of forgotten things.
            Sweet with faint memories,
And mellow with old loves that used to burn 
Dead summer days ago, like fierce red kings.


from Wine of Summer, by Lord Alfred Douglas