The Seasons.

Evening Star, Volume 8505, Issue 8505, 2 May 1891, Page 2 (Supplement)

The Seasons.

Ulfbed Austin in the ‘English Illcs- *■ tbated Magazine ] When runnels began to leap and sing, And daffodil sheaths to blow, Then out of the thicket peeped blue-eyed Spring, And laughed at the melting snow. “ It is time, old Winter, you went,” she said. And flitted across the plain, With an iris sowf around her herd, And diamonded with rain. When the hawthorn put off her bridal veil. And the nightingale’s nocturn died, Than Summer came forth with her milking pail, And hunted the Spring, and cried: "It is time you went; you have had your share,” And she carolled a love-song sweet, With eglantine ravelled about her hair, And buttercup-dust on her feet. When the pears swelled juicy, the apples sweet. And thatched was the new-ricked hay, And August was bronzing the stripling wheat, 'I hen bummer besought to stay. But Autumn came from the red-roofed farm, And ‘‘ ’Xla time that yon went,” replied, With an amber sheaf on her nut-brown arm, And her sickle athwart her side. When the farmer railed at the hireling slut. And fingered his fatted beeves, And Autumn groped far the last stray nut In the drift of her littered leaves, "It is time you went from the lifeless land,” Bawled Winter, then wnistled weird. With a log for bis hearth in his chilblalned hand, And fleet in bis grilled beard.