Ignore the Passing of Time

Who puts a price on sunlit, happy hours
When, free from cares, we wander o'er hill
And dale, or sit a-dream in fragrant flower-gardens
Whilst the Spring breeze breathes, warm and soft?

Who counts the minutes when the Autumn wind
Casts the fallen leaves in wild dance,
Hither and yon under eldritch stars
Whilst pumpkins grin at their own mortality?

Who cries Fie, for shame! when the Yule-log roars,
And loved ones gather to the Christmas feast,
Warm and cheery in spite of icy blasts
That drive the Winter snows?