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THE THREE SWEET SEASONS.
A Dirge for the departed Ones,
AND A MERRY GREETING TO AUTUMN.
(Piu penseroso.)
Fair Spring died months ago;
She pined for jealousy,
That Summer's radiant glow
Brought brighter flowers than she.
Spring had the Snowdrop pure,
And the soft-eyed Violet;
But these might not endure
With Rose and Mignionette.
Spring wore the Primrose pale,
And the glowing Fairy-fire;[1]
But e'en such gems must fail
By Summer's brave attire.
- ↑ The Pyrus Japonica, page 18.
