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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MEMORY OF APRIL by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS GOD'S WAY by HORATIO (HORATIUS) BONAR A VALEDICTION: FORBIDDING MOURNING by JOHN DONNE DANNY DEEVER by RUDYARD KIPLING THE ONE GRAY HAIR by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR LAMENT by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY |