Classic Poem

Fresh Spring has come with flower and leaf to warn
All men that they with leaf and flower enfold
Their hearts' desires, and in her fruitless gold
And fruitful rains stand wistful of the corn
That by and by shall greet a golden morn
In waves of wealth. Take courage, hearts a-cold,
For living with the Seasons, you grow old
No more than they, nor ever are forlorn.