Seasons
Oh the cheerful Budding—time!
When thorn—hedges turn to green,
When new leaves of elm and lime
Cleave and shed their winter screen;
Tender lambs are born and ‘baa,’
North wind finds no snow to bring,
Vigorous Nature laughs ‘Ha, ha,’
In the miracle of spring.
Oh the gorgeous Blossom—days!
When broad flag—flowers drink and blow,
In and out in summer—blaze
Dragon—flies flash to and fro;
Ashen branches hang out keys,
Oaks put forth the rosy shoot,
Wandering herds wax sleek at ease,
Lovely blossoms end in fruit.
Oh the shouting Harvest—weeks!
Mother earth grown fat with sheaves
Thrifty gleaner finds who seeks;
Russet—golden pomp of leaves
Crowns the woods, to fall at length;
Bracing winds are felt to stir,
Ocean gathers up her strength,
Beasts renew their dwindled fur.
Oh the starving Winter—lapse!
Ice—bound, hunger—pinched and dim;
Dormant roots recall their saps,
Empty nests show black and grim,
Short—lived sunshine gives no heat,
Undue buds are nipped by frost,
Snow sets forth a winding—sheet,
And all hope of life seems lost.
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