Poems (Eckley)/Life's Seasons
E count our years by seasons,
Our Earthly life's brief span;
They come—as quickly vanish
Ere yet our work's began.
LIFE'S SEASONS.
E count our years by seasons,Our Earthly life's brief span;
They come—as quickly vanish
Ere yet our work's began.
We count our years by seasons,
Spring with her varied green,
Summer—the ripe and mellow,
Winter—the frost and rain.
Spring with her varied green,
Summer—the ripe and mellow,
Winter—the frost and rain.
We count our days by hours,
Morning, noon, and dark;
The heart, too, hath her dial—
Her shadow-hours to mark.
Morning, noon, and dark;
The heart, too, hath her dial—
Her shadow-hours to mark.
The mind, too, hath her seasons,
Her summer, winter days,
Her flowers, fruits, and harvest,
Morning and evening greys.
Her summer, winter days,
Her flowers, fruits, and harvest,
Morning and evening greys.
Memory hath her seasons,
Her spring and summer's dream,
Her winter with the hoar frost,
Dark days that know no gleam.
Her spring and summer's dream,
Her winter with the hoar frost,
Dark days that know no gleam.
Love only counts no seasons—
No change, no death, no blight,
In her is endless summer,
One season infinite!
No change, no death, no blight,
In her is endless summer,
One season infinite!