Explore "Some Verses: Sonnets: SPRING AND AUTUMN" by Helen Hay Whitney on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
The painted World has laid her jewels down, / Let fall the pinchbeck hair about her face / And croons a love song. In a far-off place / Where she was strutting in her silken gown / She met the Youth. His face was young and brown. / "Good day to you," she cried, the frosty lace / About her shoulders trembled. Ah -- disgrace! / He turned, and left her weeping in the town.
She smiles not any more, her heart disdains / The wind's rough courting, loud and indiscreet.
Her tears dissolve the earth in ceaseless rains / And though her searching steps be light and fleet / Through frowning city or soft country lanes, / Now never more may Spring and Autumn meet.