Come to me in the dearest cheer of spring's happiness visit me in the bleakest hour of lonely winter as my mood in autumn sinks into gentle greyness I'll reflect upon the sunshine of summer-
life is enshrined in every season's splendour how love bursts into song in the heart of the lover when I fade away as the last flowers in slumber memories of me will you still treasure?
* after Shelley, Rupert Brooke, Christina Rossetti and the Bronte sisters'.