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.