[00:00.00] Lord, it is time. The summer was so great.
[00:24.84]Impose upon the sundials now your shadows
[00:29.16]and round the meadows let the winds rotate.
[00:37.05]Command the last fruits  to incarnadine;
[00:41.58]vouchsafe, to urge them on into completeness,
[00:45.57]yet two more south-like days; and that last sweetness,
[00:50.37]inveigle it into the heavy vine.
[01:13.29]He'll not build now, who has no house awaiting.
[01:18.84]Who's now alone, for long will so remain:
[01:22.62]sit late, read, write long letters, and again
[01:29.76]return to restlessly perambulating
[01:33.63]the avenues of parks  when  leaves downrain.