To the Fringed Gentian
William Cullen Bryant
1794 to 1878
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And frosts and shortening days portend
That openest when the quiet light
May look to heaven as I depart.
Blue-blue-as if that sky let fall
Look through its fringes to the sky,
A flower from its cerulean wall.
Thou waitest late and com'st alone,
Hope, blossoming within my heart,
Thou blossom bright with autumn dew,
O'er wandering brooks and springs unseen,
And colored with the heaven's own blue,
Succeeds the keen and frosty night.
Thou comest not when violets lean
Nod o'er the ground-bird's hidden nest.
Then doth thy sweet and quiet eye
The aged year is near his end.
The hour of death draw near to me,
I would that thus, when I shall see
When woods are bare and birds are flown,
Or columbines, in purple dressed,