Leigh Gordon Giltner (Ли Гордон Гилтнер)

Afterbloom

Gay was her garden as some gorgeous fabric
    Weft on an Orient loom,
Star-set upon the sward quaint, old-time blossoms
    Wrought broidery of bloom.

Verbenas, dahlias, asters, scarlet cannas
    Like torches flaming tall;
(Methought the fair, old face, enframed in silver,
    The sweetest flower of all!)

And one rare rose she watched each year with hoping
    Till the dear eyes grew dim--
But ere a single blossom burst in beauty
    God took her home to Him.
Yet when the Spring next woke the earth to laughter
    And boon of blossom gave,
Starred was the rose with white, unearthly flowers--
   We laid them on her grave.

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And so, meseems, the buds we woo most fondly
    Nor light nor perfume shed;
And Love's gold-hearted rose and Hope's star-flower
    Oft bloom when we are dead.

1. To Bliss Carman
2. A Challenge
3. To One Who Sleeps
4. Ashes of Roses
5. And Yet...

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