University of Virginia Library


230

SEASONS.

His Spring! The hedge, which ran beside
His father's cottage-door, was gay—
He was a village boy, bright-eyed—
With snowy blossoms of the May.
His Summer! Round his bungalow
The plantain with the palm would vie—
He was a famous soldier now—
In tropic grace and greenery.
His Autumn! Was it not their Spring?
The Wattle's golden wealth of bloom—
The strong man now was mellowing—
Was brought by children to his room.

231

His Winter! The old hero stood
Once more beside the boughs of May:
And snow there was upon the wood,
But then the blossoms were away.