Succeeding Autumn, cold, dark, Winter’s reign
Commenced; the Elves wished Summer back again,
Fearing no more its light to see,
Dreading lest thus Eternity
Should Time have swallowed up, and, falling fast,
Their fairy tears were shed for pleasure past,
As ours too often vainly fall,
Seeking our lost ones to recall;
Till Spring the wintry earth revived again,
Refreshing all things with its gentle rain.