Grieve Not by BY WALTER CLYDE CURRY Lyrics

Grieve not that winter masks the yet quick earth
Nor still that summer walks the hills no more;
That fickle spring has doffed the plaid she wore
To swathe herself in napkins till rebirth

These buddings, flowerings, are nothing worth;
This ermine cloud stretched firm across the lakes
Will presently be shattered into flakes;
Then, starveling world, be subject to my mirth

I know that faithful swift mortality
Subscribes to nothing longer than a day;
All beauty signals imminent decay;
And painted wreckage cumbers land and sea

I laugh to hear a sniveling wise one say
“Some winnowed self escapes this reckless way.”