Spring summer summer winter she is there The laken depths of girlish eyes: Come she cries I banish care- I come and winter summer summer spring Her raven hair blows on come on And when I get there she is gone Although the fields still hear her sing- I try to love and when the gate Is banged against my face I try to hate. In his fifth volume of lyrical expressions award-winning poet David Murray combines both traditional and free verse while exploring the powerful emotions behind the timeless