Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE STILLNESS OF THE FROST, by CHARLES GEORGE DOUGLAS ROBERTS Poet's Biography
First Line: Out of the frost-white wood comes winnowing through
Last Line: The grace of thine austerity sublime!
Subject(s): Frost; Life; Love; Time
Out of the frost-white wood comes winnowing through
No wing; no homely call or cry is heard.
Even the hope of life seems far deferred.
The hard hills ache beneath their spectral hue.
A dove-grey cloud, tender as tears or dew,
From one lone hearth exhaling, hangs unstirred,
Like the poised ghost of some unnamed great bird
In the ineffable pallor of the blue.
Such, I must think, even at the dawn of Time,
Was thy white hush, O world, when thou lay'st cold,
Unwaked to love, new from the Maker's word,
And the spheres, watching, stilled their high accord,
To marvel at perfection in thy mould,
The grace of thine austerity sublime!
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