Said the Summer to the Winter:
‘Dear lover, we cannot continue
For the autumn months condemn us both
To live alone, across the oceans.’

Said the Winter to the Summer:
‘My love, how I shall miss you.
But ever if you look beyond the autumn
There I shall be standing,
Few else alive but me. And to see
Your face from so many months away,
Amid a crowd of life:
It shall be enough.’