VERSES FOR PICTURES.

I am Day; I bring again Life and glory, Love and pain: Awake, arise! from death to death Through me the World's tale quickeneth.

Spring am I, too soft of heart Much to speak ere I depart: Ask the Summer-tide to prove The abundance of my love.

Summer looked for long am I; Much shall change or e'er I die. Prithee take it not amiss Though I weary thee with bliss.

Laden Autumn here I stand Worn of heart, and weak of hand: Nought but rest seems good to me, Speak the word that sets me free.

I am Winter, that do keep Longing safe amidst of sleep: Who shall say if I were dead What should be remembered?

I am Night: I bring again Hope of pleasure, rest from pain: Thoughts unsaid 'twixt Life and Death My fruitful silence quickeneth.