The snow has fallen
on the sill like a shroud it covers heavy
If death should now come soon then I shall be ready
For all my seasons have come and gone their joys their sorrows making
So I bid aduie to you one and all I hear the death bell knelling
In spring my life
it was began with seeds well sown in Autumn
My childhood days were summers long and never will I forget them
In youth I courted many a lass until one day I married
We ploughed, we sowed then we reaped the harvest my love carried
But alas death
reaped one day he threshed and stole our harvest
Then later back he came again and my wife from me was parted
My tears they fell like sullen rain all furrows fused together
But as long as seasons shall remain I never will forget her
And now I’m
old and worn with age, bearded like the barley
Life’s threshold no longer keeps me here I have no time to tarry
But with my passing I wish you well praying you always plough with reason
And keep life furrows deep and straight taking count of every season.
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Of Merlin
