Castara's Flitting

Nora Hopper Chesson

1871 to 1906

Poem Image

Bring roses for Castara's breast — 
Nay, no more roses bring. 
Let be the rose where she blooms best 
Castara's followed Spring. 

I know a path with poppies red, 
Milk-white with blossomed May, 
Linden and birch meet overhead: 
And that's Castara's way. 

O well befall thee, happy way — 
Fair fall thy poppies red! 
Be thy skies blue though ours are gray 
And all our roses dead. 

For, O our poppies all are white — 
And life's a weary thing, 
Since, taking from our eyes the light, 
Castara's followed Spring.