When Spring comes laughing <br />By vale and hill, <br />By wind-flower walking <br />And daffodil,- <br />Sing stars of morning, <br />Sing morning skies, <br />Sing blue of speedwell,- <br />And my Love's eyes. <br /> <br />When comes the Summer, <br />Full-leaved and strong, <br />And gay birds gossip <br />The orchard long,- <br />Sing hid, sweet honey <br />That no bee sips; <br />Sing red, red roses,- <br />And my Love's lips. <br /> <br />When Autumn scatters <br />The leaves again, <br />And piled sheaves bury <br />The broad-wheeled wain,- <br />Sing flutes of harvest <br />Where men rejoice; <br />Sing rounds of reapers,- <br />And my Love's voice. <br /> <br />But when comes Winter <br />With hail and storm, <br />And red fire roaring <br />And ingle warm,- <br />Sing first sad going <br />Of friends that part; <br />Then sing glad meeting,- <br />And my Love's heart.<br /><br />Henry Austin Dobson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-song-of-the-four-seasons/
