In spring sweet Honesty is dressed in green;
adorned with purple flowers in her hair,
you'll meet her oft in gardens in the shade -
preferring her complexion to stay fair,
declining calls upon cosmetics' aide.
In summer, Honesty is meadow's queen,
she might be dressed in lilac or in white,
her countenance is always cheerful, bright.
She wears a flowered cap upon her curls
till autumn sends in cooler nights and rain,
then leaves will dry as wind blows them in swirls.
Now Honesty is choosing hues of brown,
her bones are turning brittle overnight;
as winter comes, there's silver in her crown.
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