The Season's Round, or From Court to Court

by Louis Untermeyer
Birds in the tree … a flower-decked lea.
Love shoots his shaft; the dart takes wing …
A man … a maiden fancy-free…
—'Tis Spring.

A beach … a moon … and none too soon,
The maid with Cupid's last newcomer…
A balmy night … ideal June…
—'Tis Summer.

A church … a bright October night…
A Wedding March … a floral hall…
A ring … the maid in dazzling white…
—'Tis Fall.

A scene … a short and hot retort…
A column in “The Newport Printer”…
A bleak day and a crowded court…
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