El­iz­a­bethan Poem: Sea­sons of Change

The Hamilton Spectator - - OUR PULSE - CAITLIN ILL­MAN, GRADE 10

An thou look­est out the win­dow and see the mother’s bird then thou shalt hie to the gar­dens and tend to thy plants. An thou look­est out the win­dow and see the sheeted white then Thou should’st be pa­tient and re­solve for the fu­ture. An thou look­est out the win­dow and see the scorch­ing earth then my coun­sel to thou is to shield thy face and soak thy feet for the cool wa­ter dost not know the heat. An thou look­est out the win­dow and see the painted ground of colour then hark now the birds for their voices will soon die. Look, hark, and soft for mor­row go on and time hath no close. Look, hark, and soft for life goes on and life apace with­ers. I hath cho­sen change.

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