Season of change the sun for distaff bearing
In your right hand and in the left large rains
And writhen winds and noiselessly forth faring
The earth abroad, and streaming wide your skeins,
When in unfathomed fairness you have clothed
The sea with quiet, the land with painless wealth,
Turn you to those who changelessly have loathed
All and their kind, and grant them peace and health:
The proud stone-parting ardor of the tree,
The glee of ice relaxed against new earth,
Joy of the lamb and lust of bloom-struck bee
Grant to the sick, stiff, spiteful, like fresh birth.
Let this new time no natural wheel derange:
Be ever changeless, thus: season of change.