Robert Seymour Bridges: Quotes

APRIL

BA. Then laugheth the year; with flowers the meads are bright;
The bursting branches are tipped with flames of light:
The landscape is light; the dark clouds flee above,
And the shades of the land are a blue that is deep as love.

JULY

ED. Heavy is the green of the fields, heavy the trees
With foliage hang, drowsy the hum of bees
In the thund’rous air: the crowded scents lie low:
Thro’ tangle of weeds the river runneth slow.

OCTOBER

BA. On frosty morns with the woods aflame, down, down
The golden spoils fall thick from the chestnut crown.
May Autumn in tranquil glory her riches spend,
With mellow apples her orchard-branches bend.