To the Fringed Gentian

William Cullen Bryant

1794 to 1878

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Look through its fringes to the sky,
Then doth thy sweet and quiet eye
And colored with the heaven's own blue,
I would that thus, when I shall see
O'er wandering brooks and springs unseen,
Thou waitest late and com'st alone,
That openest when the quiet light
And frosts and shortening days portend
May look to heaven as I depart.
The aged year is near his end.
Succeeds the keen and frosty night.
A flower from its cerulean wall.
Nod o'er the ground-bird's hidden nest.
The hour of death draw near to me,
Thou comest not when violets lean
Hope, blossoming within my heart,
Blue-blue-as if that sky let fall
Or columbines, in purple dressed,
When woods are bare and birds are flown,
Thou blossom bright with autumn dew,