Littell's Living Age/Volume 144/Issue 1860/Blue Gentian: a Thought

112299Littell's Living AgeVolume 144, Issue 1860 : Blue Gentian: a ThoughtDinah Craik

Blue Gentian: a Thought

I shall never be a child,
With its dancing footsteps wild,
     Nor a free-footed maiden any more,
Yet my heart leaps up to see
The new leaf upon the tree,
And to hear the light winds pass
O'er the flowers in the grass,
     And for very joy brims o'er,
     As I kneel and pluck this store
          Of blue gentian.

I shall never climb thy peak,
Great white Alp, that cannot speak
          Of the centuries that float over thee like dreams,
Dumb of all God's secret things
Sealed to beggars and to kings;
Yet I sit in a world of sight,
Color, beauty, sound, and light,
     While at every step, meseems,
     Small sweet joys spring up, like gleams
          Of blue gentian.

I shall not live o'er again
This strange life, half bliss, half pain;
     I shall sleep till Thou call'st me to arise,
Body and soul, with new-born powers.
If thou wakenest these poor flowers,
Wilt thou not awaken me,
Who am thirsting after thee?
     Ah! when faith grows dim and dies,
     Let me think of Alpine skies
          And blue gentian.

Splugen, June, 1879.