Spring, the low prelude of a lordlier song:
Summer, a music without hint of death:
Autumn, a cadence lingeringly long:
Winter, a pause;— the Minstrel-Year takes breath.
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THE YEAR'S MINSTRELSY · William Watson · Poetry Cove