Classic Poem

I

Love came to me one Summer day
Amid the mounds of fragrant hay,
Laughed in my face, and went his way.

II

Again, when Autumn woods aflame
With gold and scarlet were, he came,
And whispered low a dainty name.

III

And when the hills grew white with snow,
And high north winds began to blow,
He passed me by with footsteps slow.

IV

And now I wonder, will he bring
His priceless gift when robins sing,
And blossoms fleck the path of Spring?

V

For by the roadway to his gate,
Clad as befits my lowly state,
Humbly, a suppliant I wait.