THE SEASONS.
I.WINTER.
I.
White ermine now the mountains wear,To shield their naked shoulders bare.II.The dark pine wears the snow, as headOf Ethiop doth white turban wear.III.The floods are armed with silver shields,Through which the Sun’s sword cannot fare;IV.For he who trod heaven’s middle roadIn golden arms, on golden chair,V.Now through small corner of the skyCreeps low, nor warms the foggy air.VI.To mutter ’twixt their teeth the streams,In icy fetters, scarcely dare.VII.Hushed is the busy hum of life;’Tis silence in the earth and air.VIII.From mountains issues the gaunt wolf,And from its forest depths the bear.IX.Where is the garden’s beauty now?The thorn is here; the rose, oh! where?X.The trees, like giant skeletons,Wave high their fleshless arms and bare;XI.Or stand like wrestlers, stripped and bold,And wildest winds to battle dare.XII.It seems a thing impossibleThat earth its glories should repair;XIII.That ever this bleak world againShould bright and beauteous mantle wear,XIV.Or sounds of life again be heardIn this dull earth and vacant air.II.SPRING.I.Who was it that so lately said,All pulses in thine heart were dead,II.Old Earth, that now in festal robesAppearest, as a bride new wed?III.Oh wrapt so late in winding-sheet,Thy winding-sheet, oh! where is fled?IV.Lo! ’tis an emerald carpet nowWhere the young monarch, Spring, may tread.V.He comes,—and, a defeated king,Old Winter, to the hills is fled.VI.The warm wind broke his frosty spear,And loosed the helmet from his head;VII.And he weak showers of arrowy sleetFor his strongholds has vainly sped.VIII.All that was sleeping is awake,And all is living that was dead.IX.Who listens now, can hear the streamsLeap tinkling down their pebbly bed,X.Or see them, from their fetters free,Like silver snakes the meadows thread.XI.The joy, the life, the hope of earth,They slept awhile, they were not dead:XII.Oh thou, who say’st thy sere heart ne’erWith verdure can again be spread;XIII.Oh thou, who mournest them that sleep,Low lying in an earthy bed;XIV.Look out on this reviving world,And be new hopes within thee bred.III.SUMMER.I.Now seems all nature to conspireAs to dissolve the world in fire,II.Which dies among its odorous sweets,A Phœnix on its funeral pyre.III.Simoom breathes hotly from the waste,The green earth quits its green attire;IV.Floats o’er the plain the liquid heat,Cheating the traveller’s fond desire—V.Illusion fair of lake and stream,Receding as he draweth nigher.VI.Ice is more precious now than gold,Snow more than silver men desire.VII.’Tis far to seek unfailing wellsFor tender maid or aged sire;VIII.Men know the worth of water now,And learn to prize God’s blessing higher;IX.The shallow pools have disappeared,Caked into iron is the mire.X.Through clouds of dust the crimson sunGlares on the earth in lurid ire;XI.The parchèd earth with thirsty lipsIs gasping, ready to expire.XII.Oh happy, who by liquid streamsIn shady gardens can retire,XIII.Where murmuring falls and whispering treesSweet slumber to invite conspire;XIV.Or where he may deceive the timeWith volume sage, or pensive lyre.IV.AUTUMN.I.Thine, Autumn, is unwelcome lore—To tell the world its pomp is o’er:II.To whisper in the rose’s earThat all her beauty is no more;III.And bid her own the faith how vain,Which Spring to her so lately swore.IV.A queen deposed, she quits her state;The nightingales her fall deplore:V.The hundred-voicèd bird may wooThe thousand-leavèd flower no more.VI.The jasmine sinks its head in shame,The sharp east wind its tresses shore;VII.And robbed in passing cruellyThe tulip of the crown it wore.VIII.The lily’s sword is broken now,That was so bright and keen before;IX.And not a blast can blow, but strewsWith leaf of gold the earth’s dank floor.X.The piping winds sing Nature’s dirgeAs through the forest bleak they roar,XI.Whose leafy screen, like locks of eld,Each day shows scantier than before.XII.Thou fadest as a flower, O man!Of food for musing here is store.XIII.O man! thou fallest as a leaf:Pace thoughtfully earth’s leaf-strewn floor;XIV.Welcome the sadness of the time,And lay to heart this natural lore.
White ermine now the mountains wear,To shield their naked shoulders bare.II.The dark pine wears the snow, as headOf Ethiop doth white turban wear.III.The floods are armed with silver shields,Through which the Sun’s sword cannot fare;IV.For he who trod heaven’s middle roadIn golden arms, on golden chair,V.Now through small corner of the skyCreeps low, nor warms the foggy air.VI.To mutter ’twixt their teeth the streams,In icy fetters, scarcely dare.VII.Hushed is the busy hum of life;’Tis silence in the earth and air.VIII.From mountains issues the gaunt wolf,And from its forest depths the bear.IX.Where is the garden’s beauty now?The thorn is here; the rose, oh! where?X.The trees, like giant skeletons,Wave high their fleshless arms and bare;XI.Or stand like wrestlers, stripped and bold,And wildest winds to battle dare.XII.It seems a thing impossibleThat earth its glories should repair;XIII.That ever this bleak world againShould bright and beauteous mantle wear,XIV.Or sounds of life again be heardIn this dull earth and vacant air.II.SPRING.I.Who was it that so lately said,All pulses in thine heart were dead,II.Old Earth, that now in festal robesAppearest, as a bride new wed?III.Oh wrapt so late in winding-sheet,Thy winding-sheet, oh! where is fled?IV.Lo! ’tis an emerald carpet nowWhere the young monarch, Spring, may tread.V.He comes,—and, a defeated king,Old Winter, to the hills is fled.VI.The warm wind broke his frosty spear,And loosed the helmet from his head;VII.And he weak showers of arrowy sleetFor his strongholds has vainly sped.VIII.All that was sleeping is awake,And all is living that was dead.IX.Who listens now, can hear the streamsLeap tinkling down their pebbly bed,X.Or see them, from their fetters free,Like silver snakes the meadows thread.XI.The joy, the life, the hope of earth,They slept awhile, they were not dead:XII.Oh thou, who say’st thy sere heart ne’erWith verdure can again be spread;XIII.Oh thou, who mournest them that sleep,Low lying in an earthy bed;XIV.Look out on this reviving world,And be new hopes within thee bred.III.SUMMER.I.Now seems all nature to conspireAs to dissolve the world in fire,II.Which dies among its odorous sweets,A Phœnix on its funeral pyre.III.Simoom breathes hotly from the waste,The green earth quits its green attire;IV.Floats o’er the plain the liquid heat,Cheating the traveller’s fond desire—V.Illusion fair of lake and stream,Receding as he draweth nigher.VI.Ice is more precious now than gold,Snow more than silver men desire.VII.’Tis far to seek unfailing wellsFor tender maid or aged sire;VIII.Men know the worth of water now,And learn to prize God’s blessing higher;IX.The shallow pools have disappeared,Caked into iron is the mire.X.Through clouds of dust the crimson sunGlares on the earth in lurid ire;XI.The parchèd earth with thirsty lipsIs gasping, ready to expire.XII.Oh happy, who by liquid streamsIn shady gardens can retire,XIII.Where murmuring falls and whispering treesSweet slumber to invite conspire;XIV.Or where he may deceive the timeWith volume sage, or pensive lyre.IV.AUTUMN.I.Thine, Autumn, is unwelcome lore—To tell the world its pomp is o’er:II.To whisper in the rose’s earThat all her beauty is no more;III.And bid her own the faith how vain,Which Spring to her so lately swore.IV.A queen deposed, she quits her state;The nightingales her fall deplore:V.The hundred-voicèd bird may wooThe thousand-leavèd flower no more.VI.The jasmine sinks its head in shame,The sharp east wind its tresses shore;VII.And robbed in passing cruellyThe tulip of the crown it wore.VIII.The lily’s sword is broken now,That was so bright and keen before;IX.And not a blast can blow, but strewsWith leaf of gold the earth’s dank floor.X.The piping winds sing Nature’s dirgeAs through the forest bleak they roar,XI.Whose leafy screen, like locks of eld,Each day shows scantier than before.XII.Thou fadest as a flower, O man!Of food for musing here is store.XIII.O man! thou fallest as a leaf:Pace thoughtfully earth’s leaf-strewn floor;XIV.Welcome the sadness of the time,And lay to heart this natural lore.
White ermine now the mountains wear,To shield their naked shoulders bare.
White ermine now the mountains wear,
To shield their naked shoulders bare.
II.
The dark pine wears the snow, as headOf Ethiop doth white turban wear.
The dark pine wears the snow, as head
Of Ethiop doth white turban wear.
III.
The floods are armed with silver shields,Through which the Sun’s sword cannot fare;
The floods are armed with silver shields,
Through which the Sun’s sword cannot fare;
IV.
For he who trod heaven’s middle roadIn golden arms, on golden chair,
For he who trod heaven’s middle road
In golden arms, on golden chair,
V.
Now through small corner of the skyCreeps low, nor warms the foggy air.
Now through small corner of the sky
Creeps low, nor warms the foggy air.
VI.
To mutter ’twixt their teeth the streams,In icy fetters, scarcely dare.
To mutter ’twixt their teeth the streams,
In icy fetters, scarcely dare.
VII.
Hushed is the busy hum of life;’Tis silence in the earth and air.
Hushed is the busy hum of life;
’Tis silence in the earth and air.
VIII.
From mountains issues the gaunt wolf,And from its forest depths the bear.
From mountains issues the gaunt wolf,
And from its forest depths the bear.
IX.
Where is the garden’s beauty now?The thorn is here; the rose, oh! where?
Where is the garden’s beauty now?
The thorn is here; the rose, oh! where?
X.
The trees, like giant skeletons,Wave high their fleshless arms and bare;
The trees, like giant skeletons,
Wave high their fleshless arms and bare;
XI.
Or stand like wrestlers, stripped and bold,And wildest winds to battle dare.
Or stand like wrestlers, stripped and bold,
And wildest winds to battle dare.
XII.
It seems a thing impossibleThat earth its glories should repair;
It seems a thing impossible
That earth its glories should repair;
XIII.
That ever this bleak world againShould bright and beauteous mantle wear,
That ever this bleak world again
Should bright and beauteous mantle wear,
XIV.
Or sounds of life again be heardIn this dull earth and vacant air.
Or sounds of life again be heard
In this dull earth and vacant air.
II.SPRING.
I.
Who was it that so lately said,All pulses in thine heart were dead,
Who was it that so lately said,
All pulses in thine heart were dead,
II.
Old Earth, that now in festal robesAppearest, as a bride new wed?
Old Earth, that now in festal robes
Appearest, as a bride new wed?
III.
Oh wrapt so late in winding-sheet,Thy winding-sheet, oh! where is fled?
Oh wrapt so late in winding-sheet,
Thy winding-sheet, oh! where is fled?
IV.
Lo! ’tis an emerald carpet nowWhere the young monarch, Spring, may tread.
Lo! ’tis an emerald carpet now
Where the young monarch, Spring, may tread.
V.
He comes,—and, a defeated king,Old Winter, to the hills is fled.
He comes,—and, a defeated king,
Old Winter, to the hills is fled.
VI.
The warm wind broke his frosty spear,And loosed the helmet from his head;
The warm wind broke his frosty spear,
And loosed the helmet from his head;
VII.
And he weak showers of arrowy sleetFor his strongholds has vainly sped.
And he weak showers of arrowy sleet
For his strongholds has vainly sped.
VIII.
All that was sleeping is awake,And all is living that was dead.
All that was sleeping is awake,
And all is living that was dead.
IX.
Who listens now, can hear the streamsLeap tinkling down their pebbly bed,
Who listens now, can hear the streams
Leap tinkling down their pebbly bed,
X.
Or see them, from their fetters free,Like silver snakes the meadows thread.
Or see them, from their fetters free,
Like silver snakes the meadows thread.
XI.
The joy, the life, the hope of earth,They slept awhile, they were not dead:
The joy, the life, the hope of earth,
They slept awhile, they were not dead:
XII.
Oh thou, who say’st thy sere heart ne’erWith verdure can again be spread;
Oh thou, who say’st thy sere heart ne’er
With verdure can again be spread;
XIII.
Oh thou, who mournest them that sleep,Low lying in an earthy bed;
Oh thou, who mournest them that sleep,
Low lying in an earthy bed;
XIV.
Look out on this reviving world,And be new hopes within thee bred.
Look out on this reviving world,
And be new hopes within thee bred.
III.SUMMER.
I.
Now seems all nature to conspireAs to dissolve the world in fire,
Now seems all nature to conspire
As to dissolve the world in fire,
II.
Which dies among its odorous sweets,A Phœnix on its funeral pyre.
Which dies among its odorous sweets,
A Phœnix on its funeral pyre.
III.
Simoom breathes hotly from the waste,The green earth quits its green attire;
Simoom breathes hotly from the waste,
The green earth quits its green attire;
IV.
Floats o’er the plain the liquid heat,Cheating the traveller’s fond desire—
Floats o’er the plain the liquid heat,
Cheating the traveller’s fond desire—
V.
Illusion fair of lake and stream,Receding as he draweth nigher.
Illusion fair of lake and stream,
Receding as he draweth nigher.
VI.
Ice is more precious now than gold,Snow more than silver men desire.
Ice is more precious now than gold,
Snow more than silver men desire.
VII.
’Tis far to seek unfailing wellsFor tender maid or aged sire;
’Tis far to seek unfailing wells
For tender maid or aged sire;
VIII.
Men know the worth of water now,And learn to prize God’s blessing higher;
Men know the worth of water now,
And learn to prize God’s blessing higher;
IX.
The shallow pools have disappeared,Caked into iron is the mire.
The shallow pools have disappeared,
Caked into iron is the mire.
X.
Through clouds of dust the crimson sunGlares on the earth in lurid ire;
Through clouds of dust the crimson sun
Glares on the earth in lurid ire;
XI.
The parchèd earth with thirsty lipsIs gasping, ready to expire.
The parchèd earth with thirsty lips
Is gasping, ready to expire.
XII.
Oh happy, who by liquid streamsIn shady gardens can retire,
Oh happy, who by liquid streams
In shady gardens can retire,
XIII.
Where murmuring falls and whispering treesSweet slumber to invite conspire;
Where murmuring falls and whispering trees
Sweet slumber to invite conspire;
XIV.
Or where he may deceive the timeWith volume sage, or pensive lyre.
Or where he may deceive the time
With volume sage, or pensive lyre.
IV.AUTUMN.
I.
Thine, Autumn, is unwelcome lore—To tell the world its pomp is o’er:
Thine, Autumn, is unwelcome lore—
To tell the world its pomp is o’er:
II.
To whisper in the rose’s earThat all her beauty is no more;
To whisper in the rose’s ear
That all her beauty is no more;
III.
And bid her own the faith how vain,Which Spring to her so lately swore.
And bid her own the faith how vain,
Which Spring to her so lately swore.
IV.
A queen deposed, she quits her state;The nightingales her fall deplore:
A queen deposed, she quits her state;
The nightingales her fall deplore:
V.
The hundred-voicèd bird may wooThe thousand-leavèd flower no more.
The hundred-voicèd bird may woo
The thousand-leavèd flower no more.
VI.
The jasmine sinks its head in shame,The sharp east wind its tresses shore;
The jasmine sinks its head in shame,
The sharp east wind its tresses shore;
VII.
And robbed in passing cruellyThe tulip of the crown it wore.
And robbed in passing cruelly
The tulip of the crown it wore.
VIII.
The lily’s sword is broken now,That was so bright and keen before;
The lily’s sword is broken now,
That was so bright and keen before;
IX.
And not a blast can blow, but strewsWith leaf of gold the earth’s dank floor.
And not a blast can blow, but strews
With leaf of gold the earth’s dank floor.
X.
The piping winds sing Nature’s dirgeAs through the forest bleak they roar,
The piping winds sing Nature’s dirge
As through the forest bleak they roar,
XI.
Whose leafy screen, like locks of eld,Each day shows scantier than before.
Whose leafy screen, like locks of eld,
Each day shows scantier than before.
XII.
Thou fadest as a flower, O man!Of food for musing here is store.
Thou fadest as a flower, O man!
Of food for musing here is store.
XIII.
O man! thou fallest as a leaf:Pace thoughtfully earth’s leaf-strewn floor;
O man! thou fallest as a leaf:
Pace thoughtfully earth’s leaf-strewn floor;
XIV.
Welcome the sadness of the time,And lay to heart this natural lore.
Welcome the sadness of the time,
And lay to heart this natural lore.