this is a bunch of seasons that is also human.
"He has his lusty Spring, when fancy clear / Takes in all beauty with an easy span..."
"He has his Summer, when luxuriously / Spring's honey'd cud of youthful thought he loves/ To ruminate..."
"...by such dreaming high / Is nearest unto heaven: quiet coves"
"His soul has in its Autumn, when his wings / He furleth close..."
"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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