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White as fallen angel’s wing,
Pale as pearl and mist and moon,
Pleads the bitter, broken bloom
For birth of sweet green spring.
As the blue-rimmed river flows
Through wailing woods and deeper woes,
In a stream that never slows
Weeps the wilting winter rose.
Cold as crystal carved from rime,
Pure as pain and silk and song,
Prays the helpless to the strong:
The blossom to the pines.
As the dove-gray goddess glows
Upon the empty earth below,
Beneath the sleeping silver snows
Weeps the wilting winter rose.
Sheer as shallows laced with light,
Bare as bone and land and limb,
Bleakly bound by Maker’s whim,
Entreats the lost with longings grim
For death of frost dark night.
As the haunts of highs and lows
Now taste the tears of crying crows,
Within the heart of he who knows
Weeps the wilting winter rose.
Sleep, so sleep,
The darkness grows,
And soon the wind no longer blows;
No more to weep,
Thy silence keep,
Thou wilting, wilting winter rose!
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