That went by; this may too: April is doing what she will do, richer in dandelion gold, soon in white flowers of the pear. Cruel irons March rusted, cold; blackbird drained dregs of old despair. The year is doing what a year must do: that went by; this may too.
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That went by; this may too: April is doing what she will do. Yet April buzz-bumbles on to May Summer swells by degrees, leaks away; the white sands are washed out to sea; in sunken forests ghost-boughs sway, flickering flame, the leaves in the lea. Years will do what they have to do: I shall go by; you will too.
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*Deor was a 'scop' a poet or bard in Anglo Saxon times who lost the favor of his lord and wrote a poem about several instances of misfortune - each ending in the refrain which can be translated variously. I use the variant : 'That went by; this may too.' Obviously it can be applied to all things in time, not just misfortunes; and so I have modified its use.
