Season

1 Spring|    father, Stepas, never favored haste. ~My father many times,
2 Summer| pitchforks,~All in their earnest haste were speeding on the run.~
3 Summer|      They work in earnest and in haste so all is done. ~But you,
4 Autumn|        things, ~And in a greater haste descends beyond the hills. ~
5 Autumn|          now was riding in great haste,~Ashouting in harsh tones
6 Autumn|         with ferocious, headlong haste,~And bringing biting frosts
7 Winter|          and longed for winter's haste. ~As these complaints went
8 Winter|        so, dear fellow-men, make haste to learn in time~How in