Richard Watson Gilder (Ричард Уотсон Гилдер)
The New Day. Part 4. 8. The Seasons
O strange Spring days, when from the shivering ground Love riseth, wakening from his dreamful swound And, frightened, in the stream his face hath found! O Summer days; when Love hath grown apace, And feareth not to look upon Love's face, And lightnings burn where earth and sky embrace! O Autumn, when the winds are dank and dread, How brave above the dying and the dead The conqueror, Love, uplifts his banner red! O Winter, when the earth lies white and chill! Now only hath strong Love his perfect will, Whom heat, nor cold, nor death can bind nor kill.
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