Classic Poem

I should not care though spring delayed
To lure wild flowers from woodland nooks,
Though the rose within its calyx staid,
And frosts detained the singing brooks,
Though leaf nor rain-fed violet
Showed where their fragrant feet were set,
If you loved me still: should I repine
Though spring-time made no sign?

I should not care though summer came
With shining showers and balmy dew,
Filling the world with perfumed flame,
With her lilting bards and fairy crew
Of rosy petals and wingèd seeds,
With all her troop of prankish weeds,
If you loved me not: why should I care
Though heaven and earth were fair?