Lydia

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When Autumn's here and days are short,
  Let LYDIA laugh and, hey!
  Straightway 't is _May-day_ in my heart,
  And blossoms strew the way.

  When _Summer's_ here and days are long,
  Let LYDIA sigh and, ho!
  _December's_ fields I walk among,
  And shiver in the snow.

  No matter what the Seasons are,
  My LYDIA is so dear,
  My soul admits no Calendar
  Of earth when she is near.

© Madison Julius Cawein