Day. br br I am Day; I bring again br Life and glory, Love and pain: br Awake, arise! from death to death br Through me the World’s tale quickeneth. br br Spring. br br Spring am I, too soft of heart br Much to speak ere I depart: br Ask the Summer-tide to prove br The abundance of my love. br br Summer. br br Summer looked for long am I; br Much shall change or e’er I die. br Prithee take it not amiss br Though I weary thee with bliss. br br Autumn. br br Laden Autumn here I stand br Worn of heart, and weak of hand: br Nought but rest seems good to me, br Speak the word that sets me free. br br Winter. br br I am Winter, that do keep br Longing safe amidst of sleep: br Who shall say if I were dead br What should be remembered? br br Night. br br I am Night: I bring again br Hope of pleasure, rest from pain: br Thoughts unsaid ’twixt Life and Death br My fruitful silence quickeneth.