Sir Gawain and the Green Knight
Then comes the summer season with gentle winds,
When Zephirus blows sofly on seeding grasses and plants,
Beautiful is the growth that springs from the seed,
When the moistening dew drips from the leaves
To await a joyful gleam of the bright sun.
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But then autumn comes quickly and urges it on,
Warns it to ripen before winter’s approach.
Dry winds of autumn force the dust to fly
From the face of the earth high into the air;
Fierce winds of heaven wrestle with the sun,
Leaves are torn from the trees and fall to the ground,
And all withered is the grass that was green before.
Then all ripens and rots that had sprung up first,
And in so many yesterdays the year wears away.
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And winter comes round again, as custom requires,
Until the Michaelmas moon
Brought hint of winter’s frost;
And into Gawain’s mind
Come thoughts of his grim quest.
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