IN the green and gallant Spring, <br />Love and the lyre I thought to sing, <br />And kisses sweet to give and take <br />By the flowery hawthorn brake. <br /> <br />Now is russet Autumn here, <br />Death and the grave and winter drear, <br />And I must ponder here aloof <br />While the rain is on the roof.<br /><br />Robert Louis Stevenson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-the-green-and-gallant-spring/
