To the Fringed Gentian
William Cullen Bryant
1794 to 1878
Type into the gaps to complete the poem. To reset the game, click on the "Reset Game" button located below the poem. This will clear all the words you've placed in the blanks, and resetting the poem to its original state with empty blanks. If you prefer to drag and drop words, click the Drag & Drop button below. You can also print out the poem for use in the classroom.
Thou blossom bright with autumn dew,
And colored with heaven’s own blue,
That openest when the quiet light
the keen and frosty night.
Thou comest not when lean
O’er wandering brooks and springs unseen,
Or columbines, purple dressed,
Nod o’er the ground-bird’s hidden nest.
Thou late and com’st alone,
When woods are bare and are flown,
And frosts and shortening days portend
The year is near his end.
Then doth thy sweet quiet eye
Look through its fringes to the sky,
Blue-blue-as if that sky let fall
A flower from its wall.
I would that thus, when I shall see
hour of death draw near to me,
Hope, blossoming my heart,
May look to heaven as I depart.