A Song Of The Four Seasons

When Spring comes laughing
By vale and hill,
By wind-flower walking
And daffodil,--
Sing stars of morning,
Sing morning skies,
Sing blue of speedwell,--
And my Love's eyes.

When comes the Summer,
Full-leaved and strong,
And gay birds gossip
The orchard long,--
Sing hid, sweet honey
That no bee sips;
Sing red, red roses,--
And my Love's lips.

When Autumn scatters
The leaves again,
And piled sheaves bury
The broad-wheeled wain,--
Sing flutes of harvest
Where men rejoice;
Sing rounds of reapers,--
And my Love's voice.

But when comes Winter
With hail and storm,
And red fire roaring
And ingle warm,--
Sing first sad going
Of friends that part;
Then sing glad meeting,--
And my Love's heart.