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,
The Summer deep in leaves reposes,
