Flora in January
Flora in January
Poem
The goddess slept. About her where she lay
Dead pansies, fragrant still, and the myriad
rose :
Adream 'mid the fallen drift, she woke one
day.
And the blooms stirred, seeing her eyes
unclose.
The oaks and beeches stood in disarray.
Gaunt, spectral, dark, in dismal phantom
rows ;
She smiled, and there was a shimmer 'mid
the grey
And sudden fall of the first winter-snows.
But when, tired with the icy blossoms of the
air.
She slept once more, and all the snow was
over.
She dreamed of Spring and saw his sunlit
hair.
And heard the whisper of her laughing
lover :
But while she dreamed, the dead blooms
had grown fair
And Christmas-roses made a veil above her.
Notes
Written by William Sharp.
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