Strange and odd and eerie - Just like a season I once knew . . . oh so well, There where sentiments seemed sentient And the hours — eternal As I longed across the rivage Heavy hearten with epiphanies Of the wonderful — over waters And under a sky not so blue And walking on granular soils; I waved signals to a wishing well Eyes instilled of death and of life Sentimental epiphanies Stirs the remembrance of thy shape And I remembered of that season I knew . . . oh so well.