Lord: it is time. The summer was immense.
Lay your shadow on the sundials
and let loose the wind in the fields.
Bid the last fruits to ripen on the vine;
grant them a few more warm transparent days,
bring them to ripeness, and press
the final sweetness into the heavy wine. . .
from the poem
by Rainer Marie Rilke
my favorite lines from various translations:
inward / outward
You can read more Rilke
on my book list blog & on my fortnightly literary blog