Madison Julius Cawein (Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн)

Lydia

When Autumn's here and days are short,
 Let LYDIA laugh and, hey!
Straightway 't is May-day in my heart,
 And blossoms strew the way.

When Summer's here and days are long,
 Let LYDIA sigh and, ho!
December's fields I walk among,
 And shiver in the snow.

No matter what the Seasons are,
 My LYDIA is so dear,
My soul admits no Calendar
 Of earth when she is near.

1. Frost in May
2. Semper Idem
3. The Passing Glory
4. Corncob Jones
5. Answered

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