A Song of Seasons

Sing a song of Spring-time!     Catkins by the brook, Adders-tongues uncounted,     Ferns in every nook; The cataract on the hillside     Leaping like a fawn; Sing a song of Spring-time,—     Ah, but Spring-time ’s gone! Sing a song of Summer!     Flowers among the grass, Clouds like fairy frigates,     Pools like looking-glass, Moonlight through the branches,     Voices on the lawn; Sing a song of Summer,—     Ah, but Summer ’s gone! Sing a song of Autumn!     Grain in golden sheaves, Woodbine’s crimson clusters     Round the cottage eaves, Days of crystal clearness,     Frosted fields at dawn; Sing a song of Autumn,—     Ah, but Autumn ’s gone! Sing a song of Winter!     North-wind’s bitter chill, Home and ruddy firelight,     Kindness and good-will, Hemlock in the churches,     Daytime soon withdrawn; Sing a song of Winter,—     Ah, but Winter ’s gone! Sing a song of loving!     Let the seasons go; Hearts can make their gardens     Under sun or snow; Fear no fading blossom,     Nor the dying day; Sing a song of loving,—     That will last for aye!