 | Poems by Rose Terry |  |
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ROSEMARY.
Earth's singing time and floral weather,
With golden flower and scarlet feather,
Have vanished in the South together,
And left me with the frost.
Where thrush and oriole hovered brightly,
The sparrows hop and twitter lightly,
And crows fly from the sea-ward nightly,
By hurried north-winds tossed.
With golden flower and scarlet feather,
Have vanished in the South together,
And left me with the frost.
Where thrush and oriole hovered brightly,
The sparrows hop and twitter lightly,
And crows fly from the sea-ward nightly,
By hurried north-winds tossed.
Gray storm-clouds in the dark east lying,
Through leafless woods the crickets crying,
And toward the happy tropics flying,
A line of silent birds.
All these have tales of drear November,
And bid me, shivering, here remember
Long nights when redly burns the ember,
And fast fly eager words.
Through leafless woods the crickets crying,
And toward the happy tropics flying,
A line of silent birds.
All these have tales of drear November,
And bid me, shivering, here remember
Long nights when redly burns the ember,
And fast fly eager words.
Forever past are songs and roses,
The Summer deep in leaves reposes,
And life has done with tuneful closes,
Now let the ashes sleep.
For us whose summer hymn is ending,
Its chorus with sweet echoes blending,
Shall still be on and upward tending,
Till eyes no more can weep.
The Summer deep in leaves reposes,
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Now let the ashes sleep.
For us whose summer hymn is ending,
Its chorus with sweet echoes blending,
Shall still be on and upward tending,
Till eyes no more can weep.
Another Spring its censers swinging,
Shall wake again both bloom and singing,
And wild brooks from their dumbness springing,
Go chattering down the hills.
What if the dust beside them sleeping,
Last year had laughter, life, and weeping?
Earth drops such memories from her keeping,
To-day her whole heart fills.
Shall wake again both bloom and singing,
And wild brooks from their dumbness springing,
Go chattering down the hills.
What if the dust beside them sleeping,
Last year had laughter, life, and weeping?
Earth drops such memories from her keeping,
To-day her whole heart fills.
Now withered leaves fall in the grasses,
While rain and wind sing funeral masses,
And like a veil the dank mist passes
Across the bleak world's face.
This dreary time is fit for sorrow,
But love and hope good cheer can borrow,
And while we die, they wait the morrow
Their sunshine to replace.
While rain and wind sing funeral masses,
And like a veil the dank mist passes
Across the bleak world's face.
This dreary time is fit for sorrow,
But love and hope good cheer can borrow,
And while we die, they wait the morrow
Their sunshine to replace.
| Poems by Rose Terry | |