Season

2504 Spring|         unwelcome loads of toil. ~Ah, wellaway! Sad tears befill my weary
2505 Spring|                there was no bird that wept. ~No, not to weep, but to
2506 Autumn|                Look! From the glowing west, forceful and angry winds~
2507 Summer|       demented slouch, while sleeping wets his bed, ~And knows not
2508       | Whence
2509 Summer|              pens, ~And on the beams, whereon the cackling chickens drowse. ~
2510 Autumn|               this unholy age! ~Alas! Whereto is bound this blind and
2511       | Wherever
2512 Summer|            dispose of them for cash, ~Wherewith they buy all kinds of useful
2513 Summer|              boor, subsisting on pale whey, ~Half-dead and half-alive
2514 Winter|             he sighed and grieved and whimpered dismally,~One of his knaves
2515 Winter|         joints and limbs, desires and whims,~And prearranged for us
2516 Winter|             And when the raging winds whiplash our loins too much, ~We
2517 Spring|                 Hitched to a plow and whipped by an ox behind you. ~And
2518 Spring|            would crack their whizzing whips - ~Roll, dance, play 'hide
2519 Spring|              empty halls for the fast whirling winds. ~Our bins and barrels,
2520 Autumn|           homes to dust?' ~All that I whispered low, then given a dispatch ~
2521 Winter|            frosts ~And harried by the whistling winds, bow down and wail. ~
2522 Summer|           full of joy." ~So spake ere Whitsuntide old Prickus to the boors, ~
2523 Spring|               ones, would crack their whizzing whips - ~Roll, dance, play '
2524 Spring|               a nightingale, ~When he wholeheartedly gives praise to the Lord
2525       | whom
2526 Autumn|             you and play on you their wicked tricks. ~So here, as a true
2527 Winter|            are sad and grim; ~So many wilful rogues oft disobey their
2528 Winter|              must accept what God has willed for him. ~He who mounts
2529 Winter|            the years gone by~And Thou wilt succur us in all the years
2530 Winter|         animals are nestling in their wind-tight lairs, ~While others cower
2531 Autumn|            precious grain,~At once he winnows it, fills up a sack or two,~
2532 Winter|         childhood dayst~The falls and winters have despoiled their loveliness,~
2533 Winter|           your mother, just like his, wipe your behind?~Who granted
2534 Spring|            for the first time she was wiping his behind,~Or when she
2535 Summer|               he wants to appear much wiser than his lord, ~And wishes
2536 Autumn|             smartly, too, for woman's wit is quick, ~It oftentimes
2537 Autumn|              on Docys. He smelled the witchcraft fumes ~And sensed the sorcery
2538 Winter|             Ye, flowers of the fields withal alluring charms!~And ye,
2539 Winter|               back your bitter tears, withhold your moans and sighs! ~We
2540 Autumn|            and depravity prevail. ~We witness ev'ryday how, reigning ev'
2541 Autumn|      repacious wolves, ~And where the wolf cubs learned to growl and
2542 Spring|            nice to hear, when the gay women-folk ~Keep turning spinning wheels,
2543 Spring|            arrangements of astounding wonderment. ~Some of the flocks He
2544 Spring|             enchanting spring wrought wonders ev'rywhere. ~Ah, now in
2545 Summer|            well; ~So one old bachelor woodcarver envied me, ~And even ran
2546 Autumn|               returns uncaught by the woodsman, ~Then gladly I present
2547 Winter|          loins too much, ~We wear our woolen frocks or e'en our sheepskin
2548 Winter|             you the right to kick the work-worn serf,~And then to laugh
2549 Winter|              you to scorn our upright workingmen? ~Could not you prosper
2550 Autumn|             clearing nests of curling worms from the entrails; ~The
2551 Autumn|             Or, in the winter time, a worn-out sheepskin coat. ~It's not
2552 Summer|               the clouds. ~Plauciunas worries you? Leave him alone to
2553 Summer|            don German styles: ~What's worse, they now attempt to speak
2554 Spring|               leaning on their elbows worship bastard babes. ~Yes, thus
2555 Summer|           them in giant oak trees and worshiped their strange gods,~For
2556 Autumn|             but homespun, three heald woven, linen garb, ~Or, in the
2557 Spring|          things?' ~'The boorish women wrap their dolls in swaddling
2558 Autumn|         married woman does not wear a wreath of rues, ~A maiden does
2559 Summer|      wallowing in refuse. ~But when a wreched boor, subsisting on pale
2560 Spring|            world ~And laughing at the wreck of frigid winter's trade. ~
2561 Spring|              relentless gales. ~Doors wrecked, sills fallen off, and ev'
2562 Summer|            purblind and feeble-minded wrecks, ~Unfit to do hard work
2563 Summer|          beans are pale; the peas are wrinkled up; ~From the beweathered
2564 Spring|          Gryta,' I exclaimed, 'What's wrong? Why do you run?' ~'Oh,'
2565 Autumn|              heed them not when those wrong-minded infidels ~Disparage you
2566 Winter|             meek - ~And ye, the other wronged and tortured of this world: ~
2567 Summer|              life!' ~Indeed, as David wrote, we are but fragile things; ~
2568 Autumn|             the spoons in hand, ~And, yapping all the while, stuck food
2569 Autumn|    astonishing how loud these two can yell. ~The former rears his young
2570 Summer|              complained, the overseer yelled out: ~"Why do you dawdle,
2571 Summer|            skins I hardly know. ~Just yesterday I killed a bull to feed
2572 Winter|         recall full well the shock of yesteryear, ~When, by the will of God,
2573 Winter|             fell to us!~Docys, Docys, yo've failed to heed our sound
2574 Spring|              ox ~Would put you to the yoke and make you drag the plow; ~
2575 Autumn|         full-grown ram. ~And Vauskus, yonder, slays his single horned
2576 Autumn|            pretty Ilzbute, their very youngest child, ~Had wed the chief
2577 Summer|             lots of brains, ~And as a youngster got ahead of older men. ~
2578       | yours
2579 Summer|               New buds, like blooming youth - lighthearted, playful
2580 Summer|            when older women folk ~And youthful maids sit down to spin by
2581 Winter|                tis a proper time; the Yuletide feast is near, ~And the
2582 Spring|             buckwheat, with faith and zeal. ~And fail not to sow, too,
2583 Summer|             not blush or flush - when zealous German wives, ~With their
2584 Autumn|            Kubas scraped his violin; ~Znairiuks, with face puffed out, played
2585 Spring|             of them began to buzz and zoom, ~Afifing merry tunes and