Comes the season of summer with its soft breezes, + 

When Zephyr soughs gently o’er seedling and grass; + 

Oh! winsome is the wort on the wold that awakens + 

To bíde a blíssful glánce of the bright sun, + 

When the dripping dew drops from the leafage. + 

But Autumn soon hies with his harder weather, + 

And warns it ere winter to wax and be ripe; + 

Then drives he with drought the dust to arise, + 

That it flies on high, from the face of the fold. + 

Wroth winds of the welkin wrestle with the sun, + 

Leaves dart from linden and light to the ground, + 

And the grass grows gray that green was before. + 

Then all ripens and rots that rose up in springtime, + 

And thus yerns the year in yesterdays many, + 

And winter winds back, ’tis the world’s order, + 

(Ah true!) + 

Until Michelmas moon + 

Is come, and winter’s due; + 

Then thinks Gawain full soon + 

Of the ride that he must rue. + 