Alice Wellington Rollins

Alice Wellington Rollins

Summary

Portrait of Alice Wellington Rollins Alice Wellington Rollins The Ring of Amethyst

Unheedful of the whirling flakes of snow,
That flitting through the sad air to and fro 92
Flecked her dark dress; cold from the leaden sky,
The autumn winds came sobbing restless by,
Wailing to find it still so cold below;
While faded violets of a year ago,
Pressed to her lips, hushed her own rising cry.
O lonely dreamer of a dream long flown,
I come to waken thee! for dying day
In purple twilight shrouds the noontide gleam;
And when the lovely visions that have grown
So fair and dear flit vanishing away,
God blesses dreamers who no longer dream.
Source: Gutenberg

Portrait of Alice Wellington Rollins Alice Wellington Rollins The Ring of Amethyst

The eager year
Is passing, with its triumphs and defeats.
Alike earth rests from labor and from joy;
Hushing each tiniest insect, wearing now
No careless ornament of flower or leaf;
Reaching her pleading arms up to the sky
In longing for its silent chrism of snow
In benediction; like a weary heart,
That worn with spent emotion, sinks at last
Into exhaustion that almost seems rest.
Source: Gutenberg

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