Classic Poem

When the spring-time came, I said,
“Spring, I love you—love you best.”
Columbines were gold and red,
Winds flowers hung each timid head;
By warm rains and sunshine fed
Every root was comforted,
Every slumbering leaf was guessed
“Spring,” I vowed, “I love you best!”

When the summer came, I said,
“Summer, dear, I love you most.”
Butterflies their wide wings spread;
Crowds of starry daisies sped
Where their wandering seeds were led;
Shining planets overhead
Through the heavenly spaces fled.
Spring was but a lovely ghost—
“Summer, dear, I love you most!”