…. Mounted on its triumphal chariot, Earth,
Shawled with the changing seasons, casts them off
In execution of a solemn dance:
Valleys the snow has leveled sink with spring
And hills start upward on a wave of green,
Warm winds sweep down on fallow pastures … How
Easily summer conquers : liberal,
It broods upon the world as a trapeze
Hangs poised above its long trajectory.
Autumn: a crazy hunter comes to poach
Inflaming all upon a zigzag path
Magenta, tangerine the woods are torn
Asunder. Soon an old man whose mackintosh
Flaps about narrow flanks, will quit the house
And, hourglass in hand, check the sundial.
Old Doge, old Cupid, the sun at your time of year
Is pale as death;-and is it death that comes,
Darkening the wind?
Although the dance would seem
To have reached its end, still clockwise earth will
swing,
In each triumphant season witnessing
How this, this temporal dance, breaks from eternal
love. …
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