Poems (Browning)/The Seasons
For works with similar titles, see The Seasons.
Time's Passing
The Seasons
The Seasons
The sunlit warmth of morning came, Proclaimed our joy, earth's laughing Spring,The gnarléd trees their leaves unfurled, A happy sunbeam caught the world,The fields were bright with shining green, While many a star flower held unseenIts waxen petals to the dew; Till summer passed, and Autumn strew,With clutching fingers, cruel and chill, Flowers' bleeding hearts o'er field and hill,The saddened Snow Sprites hid them deep, And Winter kissed the flowers asleep.