V

                           THE HUMAN SEASONS.

          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 honey'd 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 wings
            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.

                   Keats, John. 1884. Poetical Works. London: Macmillan.