Literary Tuesday

Hooray, it's Spring! 

I'm so glad.

Here's a William Morris poem, or at least part of it.  My sister found it in a magazine.

Spring.

Spring am I, too soft of heart

Much to speak ere I depart:

Ask the Summer-tide to prove

The abundance of my love.

Summer.

Summer looked for long am I;

Much shall change or e'er I die.

Prithee take it not amiss

Though I weary thee with bliss.

Autumn.

Laden Autumn here I stand

Worn of heart, and weak of hand:

Nought but rest seems good to me,

Speak the word that sets me free.

Winter.

I am Winter, that do keep

Longing safe amidst of sleep:

Who shall say if I were dead

what should be remembered?