Season of change the sun for distaff bearing

In your right hand and in the left large rains

And writhen winds and noiselessly forth faring

The earth abroad, and streaming wide your skeins,

When in unfathomed fairness you have clothed

The sea with quiet, the land with painless wealth,

Turn you to those who changelessly have loathed

All and their kind, and grant them peace and health:

The proud stone-parting ardor of the tree,

The glee of ice relaxed against new earth,

Joy of the lamb and lust of bloom-struck bee

Grant to the sick, stiff, spiteful, like fresh birth.

Let this new time no natural wheel derange:

Be ever changeless, thus: season of change.