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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SEASONS, by GERVE BARONTI
First Line: How lovely these trees are
Last Line: Lest their beauty be too dazzling.
Subject(s): Seasons
First Line: How lovely these trees are
Last Line: Lest their beauty be too dazzling.
Subject(s): Seasons
How lovely these trees are
At all times.
In the Winter
When they stretch their nude arms to Heaven
Like daring wantons,
And beg the frost-king for his crystal jewels,
In the Spring.
Clothed in the first green dress
So faintly perfumed
And trimmed with buds.
Later when the Summer guests arrive
And all is music and merry-making,
How lovely then
In their costume of firmer texture
And deeper dye.
But in the fall,
Arrayed in red and gold
And spangled with ripened fruit
Like giant rubies,
'Tis then that Heaven
Throws between Itself and them,
That smoky, hazy Autumn veil
Lest their beauty be too dazzling.
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