Love in the sweet, sweet morning
Of life's long radiant June;
And two hearts beating together
In time with the robin's tune.
Love in the splendid noontide
Of glorious Summer days;
And two hearts growing together
In all life's tenderest ways.
Love as the sun slants westward
While the Autumn woods flame red:
And two hearts bound together
By a passion mixed with dread.
Love in the early evening
As the Winter time draws near:
And one heart breaking, breaking,
Alone in the shadows drear.
Thank God that only twelve months
Are in that longest year!
Sonnets of sorrow and triumph. by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
New York: George H. Doran, 1918.
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