Times and Seasons

When June is come, then all the day
I'll sit with my love in the scented hay:
And watch the sunshot palaces high,
That the white clouds build in the breezy sky.

She singeth, and I do make her a song,
And read sweet poems the whole day long:
Unseen as we lie in our haybuilt home,
O, life is delight when June is come.

Crown Winter with green,
And give him good drink
To physic his spleen
Or ever he think.
 
His mouth to be bowl
His feet to the fire;
And let him, good soul,
No comfort desire.
 
So merry he be,
I bid him abide:
And merry be we
This good Yuletide.

Spring goeth all in white,
Crowned with milk-white may:
In fleecy flocks of light
O'er heaven the white clouds stray:

White butterflies in the air;
White daisies prank the ground:
The cherry and hoary pear
Scatter their snow around.

On frosty morns with the woods aflame, down, down 
The golden spoils fall thick from the chestnut crown. 
May Autumn in tranquil glory her riches spend, 
With mellow apples her orchard-branches bend.