Burning Wheel

<SPAN name="THE_TWO_SEASONS"></SPAN>THE TWO SEASONS.<br/> <br/> <br/> Summer, on himself intent,<br/> <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Passed without, for nothing caring</span><br/> <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Save his own high festival.</span><br/> <span style="margin-left: 1em;">My windows, blind and winkless staring,</span><br/> Wondered what the pageant meant,<br/> <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Nor ever understood at all.</span><br/> And oh, the pains of sentiment!<br/> <span style="margin-left: 1em;">The loneliness beyond all bearing ...</span><br/> <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Mucus and spleen and gall!</span><br/> <br/> But now that grey November peers<br/> <span style="margin-left: 1em;">In at my fire-bright window pane?</span><br/> <span style="margin-left: 2em;">And all its misty spires and trees</span><br/> <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Loom in upon me through the rain</span><br/> And question of the light that cheers<br/> <span style="margin-left: 2em;">The room within&mdash;now my soul sees</span><br/> Life, where of old were sepulchres;<br/> <span style="margin-left: 2em;">And in these new-found sympathies</span><br/> Sinks petty hopes and loves and fears,<br/> <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And knows that life is not in vain.</span><br/> <br/> <br/> <br/> <br/> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />