Lydia.

When Autumn's here and days are short,

Let LYDIA laugh and, hey!

Straightway‘ t is May-day in my heart,

And blossoms strew the way.

When Summer's here and days are long,

Let LYDIA sigh and, ho!

December's fields I walk among,

And shiver in the snow.

No matter what the Seasons are,

My LYDIA is so dear,

My soul admits no Calendar

Of earth when she is near.