Transposed Seasons

<SPAN name="startofbook"></SPAN> <h2><i>TRANSPOSED SEASONS</i></h2> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">The gentian and the bluebell so<br/></span> <span class="i2">Can change my calendar,<br/></span> <span class="i0">I know not how the year may go,<br/></span> <span class="i2">Or what the seasons are:<br/></span> <span class="i0">The months, in some mysterious wise,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Take their expression from her eyes.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">The gentian speaks to memory<br/></span> <span class="i2">Of autumns long since gone,<br/></span> <span class="i0">When <i>her</i> blue eyes smiled up at me,<br/></span> <span class="i2">And heaven was flushed with dawn:<br/></span> <span class="i0">'T was autumn then and leaves were sere,<br/></span> <span class="i0">But in my heart 't was spring o' the year.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">The bluebell says a message too<br/></span> <span class="i2">Of springs long passed away,<br/></span> <span class="i0">When in my eyes her eyes of blue<br/></span> <span class="i2">Gazed and 't was close of day:<br/></span> <span class="i0">Spring spread around her fragrant chart,<br/></span> <span class="i0">But it was autumn in my heart.<br/></span></div> </div> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />