Season

1 Spring|  grim sight, when the herder takes afield ~His herd, and your
2 Summer| thunder strikes... the devil takes you all..." ~Ah, man O man,
3 Summer|    Because his clement heart takes pity on poor boors. ~Well,
4 Autumn|  tasks for me. ~Each time he takes my team to the forbidden
5 Autumn|     And often his wife, too, takes fascicles of flax, ~Then
6 Autumn|      that is not enough. She takes the children, too; ~Puts
7 Winter|     the soul needs,~Serenely takes the shape of an evolving
8 Winter|      bud becomes a bloom;~It takes some days until the bud
9 Winter|    feel its warmth.~But that takes time; so we must wait until