1     Four Seasons fill the measure of the year; 
2         There are four seasons in the mind of man:
3     He has his lusty Spring, when fancy clear
4         Takes in all beauty with an easy span:
5     He has his Summer, when luxuriously
6         Spring's honied cud of youthful thought he loves
7     To ruminate, and by such dreaming high
8         Is nearest unto heaven: quiet coves
9     His soul has in its Autumn, when his wings
10       He furleth close; contented so to look
11   On mists in idleness--to let fair things
12       Pass by unheeded as a threshold brook.
13   He has his Winter too of pale misfeature,
14   Or else he would forego his mortal nature.