I sailed down Upon the cold lake south Til the old lake house I neared Rend my mouth To rouse the hermit out Who said his first-born foundered Here I rowed for The distant chalk-lined shore Where the magpies moor And peer Laid my oars Within the pinestraw floor And walked the arbor for The seer And she told me What she told me (She said) "Ah ah ah My name is summer My name is winter My name is fall Ah ah ah My name is sunder My name is wither My name is squall Ah ah ah My name is autumn My name is sodden My name is thrall Ah ah ah My name's forgotten My name is flotsam My name is all"