Human Seasons


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Four Seasons fill the measure of the year
There are four seasons in the mind of man:—
He has his lusty Spring, when fancy clear
Takes in all beauty with an easy span:
 
He has his Summer, when luxuriously     
Spring’s honey’d cud of youthful thought he loves
To ruminate, and by such dreaming high
Is nearest unto heaven: quiet coves
 
His soul has in its Autumn, when his wings
He has his Winter too of pale misfeature,
Or else he would forego his mortal nature.

*KEATS*

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