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Four Seasons fill the measure of the year; There are four seasons in the mind of man
He has his lusty Spring, when fancy clear Takes in all beauty with an easy span
He has his Summer, when luxuriously Spring's honied cud of youthful thought he loves To ruminate, and by such dreaming high Is nearest unto heaven: quiet coves
His soul has in its Autumn, when his wing He furleth close; contented so to look On mists in idleness—to let fair things Pass by unheeded as a threshold brook.
He has his Winter too of pale misfeature,
Or else he would forego his mortal nature.
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