The wall-flowers to the frolic wind
Do dance their golden aigulets,
And elf-maids steal the hawthorn beads
To wear for fairy amulets.
The spring is here, the spring is here-
The love-time of the year, my dear!
All heavy hang the apple boughs,
Weighed down by balls of yellow gold;
The poppy cups, so fiery bright,
Meseems would burn the hearts they hold.
The summer’s here, the summer’s here-
The kiss-time of the year, my dear!
The birds are winging for the South,
The elf-maids haste them to their bowers,
And dandelion balls do float
Like silver ghosts of golden flowers.
The autumn’s here, the autumn’s here-
The wife-time of the year, my dear!
Now are the heavens not more gray
Than are the eyes of her I love
More dainty-white than her sweet breast
The snow lies not the earth above.
The winter’s here, the winter’s here-
But love-time lasts the year, my dear!
(Amelie Rives)
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