A Song Of The Seasons

A Song of the Seasons
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Fair wakes the world in the golden dawn of April
Flushed with happy dreams to the young heart’a core,
Fresh, like her larks, from a dew bath in the dulsics
Wiatry foes behind her, and her bliss before

Fair, how fair, with a grace ‘twixt tears and laughter,
Tears of tender rain hid in violet eyes
Laughter of Lent liites in hair the wet wind tangles
Earth breathes out her love in the year’s sunrise

Perfect stands the world in the full June daylight,
Glowing like a bride rubed to meet the bridal hour,
Low, warm winds bear the breathing of the roses:
Doves croon and coo from their hidden blissful bower

Soft, how soft, comes the sighing of the summer
Over thymy waya where the brown bees hide
While with light and music, with joy of woods and waters
Earth and sun are wed at the year’s noontide

Merry laughs the world in the rich September twl- light
Russet leaves and red round her matron brows;
Glad with gold of harvests and ruddy glee of orchards,
With her happy burden the rosy Mother bows

Soon, how soon, come the signs of death and winter-
Last leaves falling on the wood paths wet
Yet today with gladness, with shout and song of reapers,
Earth beholds her fruit in the year’s sunset

Cold iles the world in the darkness of December,
Gray with duties done to the hushed heart’s core
Lapped in leaden clouds from the kisses of the sunshine,
All her joya behind her, and a sleep before

Still, how still, while her forest lands forsaken
Stretch their empty arms to her shroud of white
Mute as her nests are, and faded like her roses
Earth la lying dead in the year’s midnight