The Wheel + 

Through winter-time we call on spring, + 

And through the spring on summer call, + 

And when abounding hedges ring + 

Declare that winter’s best of all; + 

And after that there’s nothing good + 

Because the spring-time has not come⁠— + 

Nor know that what disturbs our blood + 

Is but its longing for the tomb. + 