  O beautiful world of green! When bluebirds carol clear, And rills outleap, And new buds peep, And the soft sky seems more near; With billowy green and leaves,—what then? How soon we greet the red again! A young woman in a garden, collecting roses in her apron E. Semenowsky (modern). Summer. When roses blush so fair, And winds blow sweet, And lambkins bleat, And the bees hum here and there; With thrill of bobolinks,—ah, then, Before we know, the gold again! A young woman in woodlands, collecting apples E. Semenowsky (modern). Autumn. When waving grain is ripe, And apples beam Through the hazy gleam, And quails on the fence rails pipe; With pattering nuts and winds,—why then, How swiftly falls the white again! A young woman on a snowy riverbank warms her hands over a small fire E. Semenowsky (modern). Winter. When trees are hung with lace, And the rough winds chide, And snowflakes hide Each bleak unsheltered place; When birds and brooks are dumb,—what then? O, round we go to the green again! Bas-relief of a woman with two children
A.B. Thorwaldsen (1770-1844). Spring. |
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