Nature, when she made thee, dear, <br />Begged the treasures of the year. <br />For thy cheeks, all pink and white, <br />Spring gave apple blossoms light; <br />Summer, for thy matchless eyes, <br />Gave the azure of her skies; <br />Autumn spun her gold and red <br />In a mass of silken thread— <br />Gold and red and sunlight rare <br />For the wonder of thy hair! <br />Surly Winter would impart <br />But his coldness, for thy heart. <br /> <br />Dearest, let the love I bring <br />Turn thy Winter into Spring. <br />What are Summer, Spring and Fall, <br />If thy Winter chills them all?<br /><br />Ellis Parker Butler<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-daughter-of-the-year/
