Once a Week (magazine)/Series 1/Volume 8/The seasons


Spring—and her heart is singing
A song full of joyous cheer;
For each brightening day seems bringing
The hope of her life more near.

Summer—her heart is waiting;
Its dream is yet unfulfilled:
But her trust knows no abating,
Though the Spring’s glad song is stilled.

Autumn—her heart is burning
With the fever of restless fears;
And the darkened days returning
Bring her no relief save tears.

Winter—her heart is broken:
The struggles of Hope are o’er;
But the love that was here unspoken
Will be hers where hearts bleed no more.

Evelyn Forest.