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

Notes

1] An early version of this poem was included in a letter of March 13, 1818. Back to Line
7] high/Is. This is an editorial emendation which first appeared in Life, Letters etc., 1848. The first published form reads "nigh His." Back to Line