Poem by Richard Watson Gilder

The New Day. Part 4. 8. The Seasons

O strange Spring days, when from the shivering ground
Love riseth, wakening from his dreamful swound
And, frightened, in the stream his face hath found!

O Summer days; when Love hath grown apace,
And feareth not to look upon Love's face,
And lightnings burn where earth and sky embrace!

O Autumn, when the winds are dank and dread,
How brave above the dying and the dead
The conqueror, Love, uplifts his banner red!

O Winter, when the earth lies white and chill!
Now only hath strong Love his perfect will,
Whom heat, nor cold, nor death can bind nor kill.

1. The New Day. Part 3. 23. Song (My love grew with the growing night)
2. The Celestial Passion. Part 2. 3. A Madonna of Fra Lippo Lippi
3. The Celestial Passion. Part 1. 2. The Poet and His Master
4. The New Day. Part 3. 6. “Love Me Not, Love, for That I First Loved Thee”
5. The New Day. Part 3. 7. Body and Soul

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