Engendered by beauty and brightness alone.
Adieu to the charms of summer and autumn,
That each, in their turn, fill life with delight;
We love Nature, budding or blooming or ripened,
We cherish its beauties—regretting their flight.
But the dark days of winter must come to the seasons,
That change, in their rounds, from the bright to the drear;
And, though we deplore their cold dullness and darkness,
We can’t hope for springtime all thro’ the year.
These dull, dreary days, these clouds, gray and heavy,