Why I No Longer Love Thee?

                   Why I no longer love thee?
          Ask why summer has fled,
Thy autumn is dead with its garnet glow,
          Why the sea is gray, and the sky is gray;
          Why bitter gales o’er the salt flats blow,
Where the sea-fowl sport in ghoulish play
And the pods of the beach-pea stand withered
On the long-curved rifts of dream-torn sand;
          Why the shore is scarred by time’s rough hand,
                 And ships that heel on wintry seas
                       Are wrecked on the ashen strand!