Songs, Ballads, and Other Poems by the late Thomas Haynes Bayly; Edited by his Widow. With A Memoir of the Author. In Two Volumes |
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I. EACH SEASON POSSESSES A PLEASURE FOR ME.
Each season possesses a pleasure for me,
I mark not time's progress when gazing on thee;
But if I must single out one from the rest,
I think that for lovers the Summer is best.
Spring mornings are pretty when zephyrs fly forth,
To scatter sweet blossoms all over the earth;
But Spring smiles too often with snow on her breast,
So I think that for lovers the Summer is best.
I mark not time's progress when gazing on thee;
But if I must single out one from the rest,
I think that for lovers the Summer is best.
Spring mornings are pretty when zephyrs fly forth,
To scatter sweet blossoms all over the earth;
But Spring smiles too often with snow on her breast,
So I think that for lovers the Summer is best.
The Autumn is gay with the gold of her sheaves,
The blush of her fruit, and the tint of her leaves;
But her sun hastens daily more soon to the west,
So I think that for lovers the Summer is best,
The Winter is merry in festival hall,
But false are the garlands that hang on his walls;
And 'tis not in crowds that the heart is most blest,
So I think that for lovers the Summer is best.
The blush of her fruit, and the tint of her leaves;
But her sun hastens daily more soon to the west,
So I think that for lovers the Summer is best,
The Winter is merry in festival hall,
But false are the garlands that hang on his walls;
And 'tis not in crowds that the heart is most blest,
So I think that for lovers the Summer is best.
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