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To The Seasons. Seasons that pass me by in varied mood, As the impressionable land you leave a trace, Molding sometime a delicate flower's sweet face, Touching again with green the sombre wood, Or drawing all beneath a snowy hood, Am I not worthy as they have a place, In your remembrance? Am I too base, To know what weed and thorn have understood? Fair vernal time,I need your quickening, Even as the sleeping Earth! O summer heat, Make flower and fruit in me that I bring, Full hands to autumn when above me beat, The serious winds ; and winter, make me strong Like the glad music of your battle song. #review #Linville #poetry