Season

 1 Summer|     and turn again to naught. ~Alas! This human life is piteous
 2 Summer|  devours all meats and foods? ~Alas! Ere long to begging I will
 3 Summer|      fall beneath the bench. ~"Alas," good Selmas cried, "Such
 4 Summer|       our mixed mass is gone. ~Alas! How shall we do the summer
 5 Autumn|      bugs -~All, all are gone, alas ! and are with us no more. ~
 6 Autumn|      dream uncheerful dreams. ~Alas, the gardens too, with all
 7 Autumn|      with thick foam of malt. ~Alas, the wedding guests, well
 8 Autumn|       the villagers to death. ~Alas! Last year, enraged, he
 9 Autumn|     creed of this unholy age! ~Alas! Whereto is bound this blind
10 Winter|        are assigned to them. ~"Alas," Lauras spoke up, using
11 Winter| cockerel and lifts his crest. ~Alas, few men these days know
12 Winter|        so worn out and undone?~Alas! Too soon too soon the human