Poem by Coventry Patmore

The Year

The crocus, while the days are dark,
Unfolds its saffron sheen;
At April's touch the crudest bark
Discovers gems of green.

Then sleep the seasons, full of might;
While slowly swells the pod
And rounds the peach, and in the night
The mushroom bursts the sod.

The winter falls; the frozen rut
Is bound with silver bars;
The snowdrift heaps against the hut,
And night is pierced with stars. 

1. A Retrospect
2. Venus and Death
3. The Three Witnesses
4. If I Were Dead
5. Unthrift

Carl Sandburg The Year ("A storm of white petals")

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