The burden of sad sayings. In that day
Thou shalt tell all thy summers o’er, and tell
Thy joys and thy delights in each, and say
How one was calm and one was changeable,
And sweet were all to hear and sweet to smell;
But now of passing hours scarce one doth shine
Of twenty. In the rest deep gloom doth dwell.
Anno Salutis eighteen seventy-nine.
The burden of mixed seasons. Snow in spring,
Thaw, and then frost, with each its miseries;