Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE BLUE GENTIANS, by EDWARD RYAN WOODLE


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THE BLUE GENTIANS, by                    
First Line: The fairest blossoms ever bloom the last
Last Line: Bend, droop, and wither in the frosty breeze.
Subject(s): Flowers; Gentians; Summer; Fringed Gentians


THE fairest blossoms ever bloom the last;
For fleeting Summer, Mother of the flowers,
Mindful her joyous, sunny reign will soon be past,
Has deemed that, moved by beauties brighter, rarer,
The Chill Destroyer of her happy hours
Might step, perchance, aside and so would spare her.

With fond, regretful eyes and saddened pride
Upon her fragrant footprints back she looks
Where bloomed the violets and the wild rose gleamed and died;
And at the living gaze the murmurs run
Through dells and vales, by rills and dancing brooks,
Of blossoms laughing in the autumn sun.

Their petals twist at morn and tipped with dew
To warm noon yield and lift a fringe-lipped and
Pure sapphired chalice of that deep and richer hue
Than tint of sky or sea, beyond compare,
That sprang to view when God first laid His hand
Upon the cloud and left the rainbow there.

They are the Gentians, left alone to face
The unrelenting King of Snow and Rime
By Summer fled and gone; these blossoms fit to grace
The wondrous gardens washed by southern seas,
Flung as a hostage to the Wintry Time,
Bend, droop, and wither in the frosty breeze.





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