The wide earth's orchard of your time of knowing,
Shine of the springtime pleasures into bloom
And branched throes of health: but soon the snowing
And tender foretaste of your afterdoom,
Of fallen blossoming air persuades the air
In hardier practices: and soon dilate
Fruits and the air together that shall bear
Earthward the heavied boughs and to their fate:
Wrung of the wealth and wonder they unfurled
By that same air: which air the sun deranges
To slope the living season from the world
And charge the world with snow that all estranges.
Watch well this sun, and air, and orchard green:
None stay these changes every man has seen.