Last night the waiter put the celery on with the cheese,
and I knew that summer was indeed dead.
Other signs of autumn there may bethe reddening leaf, the chill in the early-morning air,
the misty eveningsbut none of these comes home to me so truly.
There may be cool mornings in July;
in a year of drought the leaves may change before their time;
it is only with the first celery that summer is over.
I knew all along that it would not last.
Even in April I was saying that winter would soon be here.
Yet somehow it had begun to seem possible lately that a miracle might happen,
that summer might drift on and on through the months
a final upheaval to crown a wonderful year.
The celery settled that.
Last night with the celery autumn came into its own.
A week ago I grieved for the dying summer.
I wondered how I could possibly bear the waitingthe eight long months till May.
In vain to comfort myself with the thought that
I could get through more work in the winter undistracted by thoughts of cricket grounds and country houses.
In vain, equally, to tell myself that I could stay in bed later in the mornings.
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