Classic Poem

If Summer has her blossom land ...
And all her pulsing press of green —
Winter brings Spring to sunset strand

Where mystic colours band on band
Commingle in a wildering screen!
If Summer has her blossom land —

So thickly close no flowers could stand
As these frail hues out-trailed serene!...
If Summer has her blossom land —
White snow brings Spring to sunset strand!