After the winter's night
From the world is withdrawn,
Out of the darkness gleams the light, —
Spring — and the Year's fresh dawn.

Blossom and leaf and bud,
And the birds all in tune;
Then in a fragrant, golden flood, —
Summer — the Year's glad noon.

Crimson the roses blow,
And the grove's breath is musk:
Then to the Year the sunset glow, —
Autumn — and hints of dusk.

Glimmer the stars of frost,
And the wind at the door
Mournfully sings of something lost: —
Winter — and night once more.