 | The poems of Celia Thaxter |  |
MUTATION
About your window's happy height
The roses wove their airy screen:
More radiant than the blossoms bright
Looked your fair face between.
The roses wove their airy screen:
More radiant than the blossoms bright
Looked your fair face between.
The glowing summer sunshine laid
Its touch on field and flower and tree;
But 't was your golden smile that made
The warmth that gladdened me.
Its touch on field and flower and tree;
But 't was your golden smile that made
The warmth that gladdened me.
The summer withered from the land,
The vision from the window passed:
Blank Sorrow looked at me; her hand
Sought mine and clasped it fast.
The vision from the window passed:
Blank Sorrow looked at me; her hand
Sought mine and clasped it fast.
The bitter wind blows keen and drear,
Stinging with winter's flouts and scorns,
And where the roses breathed I hear
The rattling of the thorns.
Stinging with winter's flouts and scorns,
And where the roses breathed I hear
The rattling of the thorns.
| The poems of Celia Thaxter | |