When the bees are humming in the honeysuckle vine <br />And the summer days are in their bloom, <br />Then my love is deepest, oh, dearest heart of mine, <br />When the bees are humming in the honeysuckle vine. <br /> <br />When the winds are moaning o'er the meadows chill and gray, <br />And the land is dim with winter gloom, <br />Then for thee, my darling, love will have its way, <br />When the winds are moaning o'er the meadows chill and gray. <br /> <br />In the vernal dawning with the starting of the leaf, <br />In the merry-chanting time of spring, <br />Love steals all my senses, oh, the happy-hearted thief! <br />In the vernal morning with the starting of the leaf. <br /> <br />Always, ever always, even in the autumn drear, <br />When the days are sighing out their grief, <br />Thou art still my darling, dearest of the dear, <br />Always, ever always, even in the autumn drear.<br /><br />Paul Laurence Dunbar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-s-seasons-2/
