Spring, and Summer-time, and Autumn
Now are flown-
Dreamy noontides—mellow sunsets—
Balmy twilights—all are gone!

Hope's bright visions, carmine-tinted,
Where are they?
Dreams that mocked us in the sunlight
Now in Winter pass'd away.

Joy shall reign when Spring returning
Wakes the flowers
That the tender Earth has guarded
Safely thro' the Winter hours;

But the sad winds round me sighing
Seem to sing
She hath treasures in her bosom
That she cannot yield in Spring!

And I weep in yearning sadness,
Worse than vain,
For the vanished joys that Summer
Ne'er can bring to me again!