Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, AGAINST THE SNOW, by EVA WILLES WANGSGAARD


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AGAINST THE SNOW, by                    
First Line: All time is marked by seasons, gold or gray
Last Line: What grace of mine will wear against the snow?
Subject(s): Seasons


All time is marked by seasons, gold or gray;
Of these the checkered cord of life is spun;
And every season has a tax to pay,
But beauty leaves her stamp on every one.
How soon the crocus chimes are quieted!
The fruits of summer cling to stone or thorn;
But batiks gleam where autumn dyes are spread,
And diamonds glow if Winter's veil be torn.
I, who have loved the bells the lilies lift
And shared completeness borne on summer's bough,
Have paused in doubt where leaves of autumn drift
Along the path that Winter offers now.
If I meet Winter, pay the tax I owe,
What grace of mine will wear against the snow?





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