ON THE FOUR SEASONS

That you may believe

th'autumns bloom
a red recitative
against their Doom

& up! arise the Marigold
frozen in light;

Ah, was it ever told
Autumn? as it is tonight

That you may believe

Winters then loom
Light's pyromanias over Th'Gloom
of darkened Dawn & dying Eve

--Yet Vision surely understands
Winter (the moon)
ready to sift th'running sands
of Nature's Creation-Dune
That you may forgive

Springs innumerable bring
The Songs forever of reprieve

from Endless & endless scattering
Stillness the chamber spreads

Spring opens with a chill
over Th'Wintry beds
closed to The Waiting Will

That you may forgive

Summers passionately bring
the melodies contemplative
all the trees sing

next to Th'Sun
Summer alone
full bright & hale

already: Love half-pale
In all comparisons

Th'Spring Songs done

Passions of Summer
so soon are gone!

But Th'Leaves
of Autumns' Loves still stay
some two more days

(th'Winters pray)