In "the human seasons" the summer of one's life is the season to
take in all of life's beauties
let the world pass one by
take time to dream and think
prepare to face mortality

take time to dream and think

Explanation:

Below is the poem "The Human Seasons" by John Keats

Four Seasons fill the measure of the year;

    There are four seasons in the mind of man:

He has his lusty Spring, when fancy clear

    Takes in all beauty with an easy span:

He has his Summer, when luxuriously

    Spring's honied cud of youthful thought he loves

To ruminate, and by such dreaming high

    Is nearest unto heaven: quiet coves

His soul has in its Autumn, when his wings

    He furleth close; contented so to look

On mists in idleness—to let fair things

    Pass by unheeded as a threshold brook.

He has his Winter too of pale misfeature,

Or else he would forego his mortal nature

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