Day. I am Day; I bring again Life and glory, Love and pain: Awake, arise! from death to death Through me the World’s tale quickeneth. Spring. Spring am I, too soft of heart Much to speak ere I depart: Ask the Summer-tide to prove The abundance of my love. Summer. Summer looked for long am I; Much shall change or e’er I die. Prithee take it not amiss Though I weary thee with bliss. Autumn. Laden Autumn here I stand Worn of heart, and weak of hand: Nought but rest seems good to me, Speak the word that sets me free. Winter. I am Winter, that do keep Longing safe amidst of sleep: Who shall say if I were dead What should be remembered? Night. I am Night: I bring again Hope of pleasure, rest from pain: Thoughts unsaid ’twixt Life and Death My fruitful silence quickeneth.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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