The Winter Pear

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  Is always Age severe?
  Is never Youth austere?
  Spring-fruits are sour to eat;
  Autumn's the mellow time.
  Nay, very late in the year,
  Short day and frosty rime,
  Thought, like a winter pear,
  Stone-cold in summer's prime,
  May turn from harsh to sweet.

© William Allingham