I said to myself— I will dream
As the summer days go by,
What is my Destiny—'
And I lay and dreamt my dream
And I woke from it with a cry—

And I said in fear—'I will go,
Ere the rose's bud be red ,
I will labour for my bread'—
But I knew not whither to go,
And summer passed over my head.

And I said to myself 'I will rise
Ere the green leaf change to brown,
I will win me great renown
Ere Autumn chill the skies,
And the laden bough bend down.'

But Winter came and I cried
From under the sodden trees,
'Now is the time for Ease'—
And I filled my heart with pride.