<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=341393" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>I Chide Not At The Seasons</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I chide not at the seasons, for if Spring<br>With backward look refuses to be fair,<br>My Love still more than April makes me sing,<br>And shows May blossom in the bleak March air.<br>Should Summer fail its tryst, or June delay<br>To wreathe my porch with roses red and pale,<br>Her breath is sweeter than the new-mown hay,<br>Her touch more clinging than the woodbine's trail.<br>Let Autumn like a spendthrift waste the year,<br>And reap no harvest save the fallen leaves,<br>My Love still ripeneth, though she grows not sere,<br>And smiles enthroned upon our piled-up sheaves.<br>And last, when miser Winter docks the days,<br>She warms my hearth and keeps my hopes ablaze.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Alfred+Austin">Alfred Austin</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=341393" data-title="I Chide Not At The Seasons de Alfred Austin" data-description="I chide not at the seasons, for if Spring With backward look refuses to be fair, My Love still more than April makes me sing, And shows May blossom in the bleak March air. Should Summer fail its tryst, or June delay To wreathe my porch with roses ..."></div> </div> </div>

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