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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=403060" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Dance Of The Seasons</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I—Spring </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Allegro<br>Wake ! wake !<br>Out of the snow and the mist, <br>In rain-wet wind-blown gauze <br>Of amber and amethyst, <br>Cometh Spring like a girl. <br>Trembling and timorous <br>She peers through the thin white thaws, <br>Afraid of the winds that whirl <br>Down paths all perilous <br>Where her so tender feet are softly going, <br>Where the rich earth is awaiting her lavish sowing<br>Of green and purple and white <br>In the gardens of day and night. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hither she comes— <br>Oh lightly she wavers and lingers! <br>The chill gray storm benumbs<br>Her lifted rose-petal fingers,<br>And looses her hair from its fillet of pearl.<br>Her soft, dew-fringed eyes—<br>The virginal eyes of a girl—<br>Gaze at the foam-veiled skies,<br>Search for the sun who is hiding<br>His amorous glowing face,<br>For the spirit of life now gliding<br>Unseen through every place.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Blown! blown— <br>Hither and yon, <br>Dashed by the winds that groan, <br>Lashed by the frost-elves wan, <br>Whipped by the envious ghosts of old years long gone,<br>That chatter and sigh <br>Of the ruin nigh, <br>Of death and darkness and sorrow that come anon.<br>Yet bold and brave <br>She dares—the young Spring—to dance on that ancient grave,<br>To dance with delicate feet <br>On the world's despair and defeat, <br>On the Winter's ashen pall <br>That covers all. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Look! she lifts the cover— <br>A corner of that frost-film pall she lifts. <br>Now Earth, great-hearted lover, <br>Smiles upward through the dew-bespangled rifts.<br>And shining sunbeams, pages of the day, <br>Roll up the mantle, bear it far away. <br>Then the Earth laughs with pleasure, <br>And tosses from her treasure <br>Store of blue crocuses and snow-drops white, <br>Glad trilliums that make the woodland bright,<br>Rich arbutus and shadowy violets: <br>Till, caught in webs of bloom, <br>Light-footed Spring her stormy woe forgets, <br>Forgets the cold, the gloom, <br>Blesses with errant grace <br>Each dim forgotten place, <br>Of drooping leaves, muffles the maples bare<br>In lilac veils, covers with tenderness<br>The harsh brown world; and then, when all is won, <br>Trails languorous dreams, dreams exquisite and rare,<br>And shrinking from the bold, too-fervid sun, <br>Shyly gives over <br>Her royal lover, <br>Like one afraid of love, who will not stay <br>Love's perfect day; <br>Lightly gives over— <br>Inconstant rover— <br>Her glad fresh-garlanded world, and like the dew<br>Sleeps in the blue. <br>She tosses down <br>Her flowery crown <br>Into the lap of Summer— <br>Glad newcomer!— <br>Smiling adorns her with treasure of growing things,<br>And softly sings, <br>Even while she fades in light— <br>A wraith, a mist<br>Of amethyst;<br>A spirit, a dream that goes,<br>But whither—who knows?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>II—Summer</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Andante<br>Hus h! hush! Wake not the drowsy Summer—she would dream,<br>Heavy with growing things. <br>Dance lightly where her beauty lies agleam <br>Under languidly folded wings. <br>Over the delicate grasses <br>A breath, a spirit passes, <br>A song, and the odor of bloom— <br>Give way! make room! <br>The Summer has met her lover <br>By day, by night; <br>He has brought from the stars—bright rover—<br>Heaven's fire, heaven's light! <br>He has filled her with life that sleepeth, <br>That waits for birth,<br>As a jewel its bright fire keepeth<br>In the rock-bound earth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Softly, slowly <br>Dance and sway, <br>While Summer dreameth <br>The moons away. <br>Full weary she seemeth <br>Of love's deep bliss, <br>But holy, holy <br>Love's memories. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The idle day is rich with budding things <br>Whereon the bold sun glares. <br>Dance lightly, lest you tread on folded wings, <br>Of flight still unawares. <br>Ah, delicate your footfall be, while ever <br>The seed grows in the corn, <br>The bird in the egg, the deed in the endeavor, <br>The day in the morn. <br>Deep in the pool the spawning fishes play; <br>High in the air the bees buzz out their way. <br>Everywhere</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The children of Summer come crowding in lustrous array— <br>The myriad children of Summer, beloved of the sun, <br>Through the long hot noons they are glad of the world they have won. <br>Bright and fair <br>They throng in the meadows and shake out the dew from their hair; <br>They sing in the tree-tops, they dip in the slow-flowing stream; <br>They nod from the hills, in the valleys their swift feet gleam; <br>They kneel in the moonlight, the bright stars hear their prayer. <br>Everywhere<br>The high sun blesses them, <br>The moon confesses them, <br>Old Time with patient smile <br>Harks to their hope awhile. <br>They are born, they awake, they arise—now they dance in their bloom; <br>For their revels of love and of wonder the earth makes room.<br>Oh, she harks to their song for a season, she kisses their feet; <br>She gives them her all for their hour—be its joy complete!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The fecund Summer then <br>Covers her eyes again— <br>Lies dreaming, at rest: <br>Young mother of life who is feeding <br>The world at her breast; <br>Rich bride of the year, ever needing <br>But love and light <br>To give, and give more, and give all <br>In her great love's might. <br>Tread softly, give heed to her call— <br>Oh be still! be fleet! <br>Hush—hush the sweet sound of your singing;<br>Pause—pause, ye feet! <br>Sink down! she bids you rest <br>Close on her breast. <br>Down! down ! your rapture flinging <br>Where all her dreams are winging. <br>Ah, cease your quest! <br>Peace!—be blest ! <br>Be blest!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>III—Autumn</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Scherzo<br>Co me with me— <br>All that live! <br>Dance with me— <br>Love—and give ! <br>Give me your love, ye souls of the corn and the vine! <br>Dance with me! laugh with me! crowd me! be mine—be mine! <br>Up from the earth in your splendor of scarlet and gold— <br>Haste, oh make haste ere the warm rich year grow old!<br>Ye throngs that gaily rise <br>Multitudinous <br>As the red red leaves that flutter <br>All tremulous <br>When the wind rides down from the skies;<br>Ye spirits that shout and mutter<br>In laughter, in pain,<br>When the year of her sowing and reaping<br>Would waste again,<br>Come spend of your treasure, full heaping,<br>Be lavish, be bold!<br>Cast your hope on the winds, from your feet shake the dark damp mould; <br>Come dancing, come shouting, come leaping, <br>Ere the earth grow cold!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come, wings of the air; come, feet that trample the grasses! <br>Come, tree-top spirits that kindle the leaves to flame! <br>Come, sprites of the sea that shout when the gray storm passes ! <br>Come, wraiths of the desert whom sorrow nor death may tame! <br>Come eat of the rich ripe fruit, come drink of the vine! <br>Come dance till your revels are drunken with joy, with wine.<br>For the labor is over and done, <br>The spoil of the battle is won! <br>Ah trample it, scatter it,<br>Cast it afar!<br>The tempests will batter it—<br>On with the war!<br>Let your bright robes float, let them whirl with the rush of your feet—<br>The gauzes of crimson and gold!<br>Give your will to the winds—they are chasing, they haste, they are fleet,<br>They are eager and ruthless and bold.<br>On ! on! till you circle the earth with the rush of your dancing,<br>With the shout and the song;<br>Till your choral of crowds, like a river in flood-time advancing,<br>Bears all things along!<br>Dance! dance! for the end comes soon—<br>Do you feel the chill?<br>White winds of the Winter croon<br>From their cave in the hill.<br>Yes, death and the end come soon—<br>Spread your gaudy robes!<br>Haste! haste! for the leaves are falling.<br>Shout! shout! for the storms are calling.<br>Give all, for the year grows old. <br>And the world grows cold. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>IV—Winter </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Finale <br>Fly! fly!<br>Gather your white robes close— <br>Scuttle away! <br>Look! in the sky <br>The bleak winds mutter morose <br>To the swift dark day. <br>They gather and threaten and scold, <br>They shiver and shriek in their rage. <br>They are ashen and icy and old— <br>Ah, bitter the passion of age! <br>Flee from them! haste—haste <br>Through the vengeful weather! <br>Lest your red blood chill <br>And your hearts stop still, <br>Crowd close together <br>And flee o'er the drear dead waste! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Down! down! <br>Out of a sky all brown <br>The dark storm stoops to shrivel the world away.<br>With ribald wind he strips her, <br>With stinging sleet he whips her, <br>With envious frost he withers her green to gray.<br>Because she was gay and glad, <br>Beloved of many lovers, fruitful mother <br>Of many children crowding and killing each other;<br>Because she was wasteful mad, <br>Scattering and trampling her riches for death to smother,<br>Now shall she starve and freeze <br>And pray on her stiffened knees. <br>Now shall she helpless lie <br>And the powers of the air will mock her; <br>The spirits she dared defy <br>Will rend her and blind her and shock her. <br>With white white snow they will bury her passion deep<br>Till it's dumb, till it's cold. <br>They will whistle and roar in their triumph <br>Till her heart grows old.<br>They will put out her love-lit sun like the torch at a feast, <br>And with haughty carousals make wanton his court in the east. <br>They will brush down the stars like white feathers far blown on dark waves, <br>And the night will be black as they dance on the ghost-thronged graves.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Haste! haste! <br>Your garments are torn, they are sheeted with ice,<br>In your wind-loosed hair <br>The sharp sleet rattles. <br>You are hurled, chased <br>To the Winter's lair— <br>You have paid the price, <br>You have bled in her battles. <br>Now shelter your woe <br>And be still, be still! <br>Let the night-winds go <br>To their cave in the hill! <br>Let the dark clouds flee <br>Through the gates of the west,<br>Till the earth rides free<br>Who was sore oppressed.<br>For weary of orgies that ravage<br>Is Winter now.<br>From the heel of a tyrant savage<br>She lifts her brow.<br>See—the wrath of the storm is over,<br>And under a moon-white cover<br>Lies the world asleep.<br>So still, so pale—<br>Dance bravely, lest you quail<br>And pause to weep.<br>Over the flower-soft snow<br>Still as the lost wind go<br>To open the gates of day.<br>Where watches yon lone pale star<br>Crimson and golden are<br>The curtains that shake and sway.<br>Ah, lift them! look, through the rift<br>Comes the sun adrift!<br>He kindles the snow to fire,<br>He bids the dead earth aspire.<br>Oh dance! From the year’s white grave<br>New blooms will blow.<br>Dance lightly, wistfully! save<br>The life below!<br>Softly! the world is still—<br>Hush your errant will!<br>No longer the dream pursue!<br>Rest—rest, till the dream come true!<br>Wait! hope! be still !</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Harriet+Monroe">Harriet Monroe</a><div class=q>
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Allegro
Wake ! wake !
Out of the snow and the mist, 
In rain-wet wind-blown gauze 
Of amber and amethyst, 
Cometh Spring like a girl. 
Trembling and timorous 
She peers through the thin white thaws, 
Afraid of the winds that whirl 
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