Classic Poem

Winter is a dreary time;
Then we hear the howling blast,
Then the trees are bare as hop-poles,
Rain and hail fall thick and fast.

Winter is a social season;
Then we gather round the fire;
Books and pictures then delight us,
Fun and feasting mirth inspire.

Spring's a variable season;
First comes zephyr mild and meek,
Then the east wind nips the blossom,
Sun and show'r play hide and seek.

Spring's a sweet and merry season;
Spring with garlands decks the thorn,
Fills the groves with songs of joyance,
Then the lamb and colt are born.

Summer is a sultry time;
Then the glare of light oppresses;
Lilacs fall, and gay laburnum
Parts with all her golden tresses.

Summer's a delightful season;
Then we view the gorgeous flowers,
Fragrant scents are wafted to us
While we sit in shady bowers.

Autumn time is melancholy;
Then the Winter storms are nigh;
'Mid the garden's failing relics
Mournful gusts are heard to sigh.

Autumn's a luxuriant season;
Then the harvest glads our sight,
Fruits grow ripe; and, glittering pheasants,
You must fall for our delight.