The Winters are so short

Myself — for scarcely settled —

The Phoebes have begun —

And then — it's time to strike my Tent —

And open House — again —

It's mostly, interruptions —

My Summer — is despoiled —

Because there was a Winter — once —

And al the Cattle — starved —

And so there was a Deluge —

And swept the World away —

But Ararat's a Legend — now —

And no one credits Noah —