The wide earth’s orchard of your time of knowing,

Shine of the springtime pleasures into bloom

And branched throes of health: but soon the snowing

And tender foretaste of your afterdoom,

Of fallen blossoming air persuades the air

In hardier practices: and soon dilate

Fruits and the air together that shall bear

Earthward the heavied boughs and to their fate:

Wrung of the wealth and wonder they unfurled

By that same air: which air the sun deranges

To slope the living season from the world

And charge the world with snow that all estranges.

Watch well this sun, and air, and orchard green:

None stay these changes every man has seen.