Day. <br /> <br />I am Day; I bring again <br />Life and glory, Love and pain: <br />Awake, arise! from death to death <br />Through me the World’s tale quickeneth. <br /> <br />Spring. <br /> <br />Spring am I, too soft of heart <br />Much to speak ere I depart: <br />Ask the Summer-tide to prove <br />The abundance of my love. <br /> <br />Summer. <br /> <br />Summer looked for long am I; <br />Much shall change or e’er I die. <br />Prithee take it not amiss <br />Though I weary thee with bliss. <br /> <br />Autumn. <br /> <br />Laden Autumn here I stand <br />Worn of heart, and weak of hand: <br />Nought but rest seems good to me, <br />Speak the word that sets me free. <br /> <br />Winter. <br /> <br />I am Winter, that do keep <br />Longing safe amidst of sleep: <br />Who shall say if I were dead <br />What should be remembered? <br /> <br />Night. <br /> <br />I am Night: I bring again <br />Hope of pleasure, rest from pain: <br />Thoughts unsaid ’twixt Life and Death <br />My fruitful silence quickeneth.<br /><br />William Morris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/verses-for-pictures/
