IN the time of snows
A thought that glows
And a hope that follows fearless.
In the time of buds
Two beating bloods
And an impulse blind and careless.

In the time of leaves
A heart that heaves
And a heart that dreads the morrow.
In the time of fruit
A wandering foot
And afar a lonely sorrow.

This is the use
Of them that loose
Their sail to the wind of pleasure:
The year outrun,
The dream undone,
And the long, regretful leisure.