"THERE was a frost Last night!" she said, "And the stove was forgot When we went to bed, And the greenhouse plants Are frozen dead!" By the breakfast blaze Blank-faced spoke she, Her scared young look Seeming to be The very symbol Of tragedy. The frost is fiercer Than then to-day, As I pass the place Of her once dismay, But the greenhouse stands Warm, tight, and gay, While she who grieved At the sad lot Of her pretty plants -- Cold, iced, forgot -- Herself is colder, And knows it not. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOMESDAY BOOK: MRS. GREGORY WENNER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS ADOLESCENCE by MAVIS CLARE BARNETT PSALM 15 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE JANUARY FULL MOON, YPRES by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE WIDOWER by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |