Alice Wellington Rollins,
The Ring of Amethyst
“ Unheedful of the whirling flakes of snow,That flitting through the sad air to and fro 92Flecked 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 dayIn purple twilight shrouds the noontide gleam;And when the lovely visions that have grownSo fair and dear flit vanishing away,God blesses dreamers who no longer dream. ”
