The Gentian weaves her fringes - The Maple's loom is red - My departing blossoms Obviate parade. A brief, but patient illness - An hour to prepare, And one below this morning Is where the angels are - It was a short procession, The Bobolink was there - An aged Bee addressed us - And then we knelt in prayer - We trust that she was willing - We ask that we may be. Summer - Sister - Seraph! Let us go with thee! In the name of the Bee - And of the Butterfly - And of the Breeze - Amen! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE IMPOSSIBLE INDISPENSIBILITY OF THE ARS POETICA by HAYDEN CARRUTH LOVE BEING ALL ONE by ROBERT FROST I'VE NOTHING TO OFFER by DAVID IGNATOW SPRINGTIDE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON AND THE GREATEST OF THESE IS WAR by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON |