Season

 1 Spring| complained. ~Some had returned in worn and shabby feathered garb, ~
 2 Spring|            While we, all bent and worn, fall fast into our beds, ~
 3 Spring|           And then, when you were worn and aching head to foot, ~
 4 Summer|      stalls.~Some with their well worn hooks, others with new pitchforks,~
 5 Summer|       snatch away my soul. ~Then, worn and terrified, I bought
 6 Autumn|        backs. ~Old bast shoes and worn boots imbibe the squashy
 7 Autumn|           chunks? ~We, soiled and worn out boors; we, bast-shod
 8 Autumn|           wealth,~And we, who are worn out by never-ending tasks,~
 9 Autumn|          exhausted boor, with his worn cap removed, ~As if by lightning
10 Autumn|         see there on his neck his worn and tattered mane,~I sigh
11 Autumn|          for this old knife, this worn and blunted knife, ~I feel
12 Autumn|      began to shake and sway;~The worn and drowsy guests became
13 Winter|         in the mud, had all of us worn out. ~While putting on bast
14 Winter|        irks the soul, when weary, worn and wet ~You creep on your
15 Winter|          at him, nor scoff at his worn garb - ~Nor when he the
16 Winter|      never be ashamed to wear his worn bast shoes, ~As long as
17 Winter|         likewise soon would be so worn out and undone?~Alas! Too