Poems (Sharpless)/The Seasons
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THE SEASONS
Lo! the sweet voice of Spring, Joyous awakener!Calling the birds to sing, Making the dull sap stir;Until all clad in green, Nature rejoices,And fills each budding scene With myriad voices.
Then with mild, dreamy eyes, Beautiful SummerGlows with the glad surprise Of welcomes poured on her.Kissing the flowers to fruit; Pouring her life abroad,Until no spot is mute— Barren, no wayside sod.
Autumn, more stately, slow, Rich in her royal robes,Doth the fruition show Of all Spring's blooming hopes.Then Winter, cold and pale, Folds to her quiet breastEarth, 'neath a snowy veil, Whispering, " Rest."