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Enamels and Cameos/Song

For works with similar titles, see Song.

In April earth is white and rose
     Like youth and love, now tendering
Her smiles, now fearful to disclose
     Her virgin heart unto the Spring.

In June, a little pale and worn,
     And full at heart of vague desire,
She hideth in the yellow corn,
     With sunburned Summer to respire.

In August, wild Bacchante, she
     Her bosom bares to Autumn shapes,
And on the tiger-skin flung free,
     Draws forth the purple blood of grapes.

And in December, shrivelled, old,
     Bepowdered white from foot to head,
In dream she wakens Winter cold,
     That sleeps beside her in her bed.