Ellis Parker Butler (Эллис Паркер Батлер)

The Daughter of the Year

Nature, when she made thee, dear,
Begged the treasures of the year.
For thy cheeks, all pink and white,
Spring gave apple blossoms light;
Summer, for thy matchless eyes,
Gave the azure of her skies;
Autumn spun her gold and red
In a mass of silken thread—
Gold and red and sunlight rare
For the wonder of thy hair!
Surly Winter would impart
But his coldness, for thy heart.

Dearest, let the love I bring
Turn thy Winter into Spring.
What are Summer, Spring and Fall,
If thy Winter chills them all?

1. To Jessica, Gone Back to the City
2. The Poor Boy’s Christmas
3. The Final Tax
4. To May
5. Womanly Qualms

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