POETRY.
WINTER TREES. Acuoss the sky, across the snow, The sober rooks are winging slow, Gray roses in the rush-fringed pool, And Winter trees are beautiful.
The West is now a garden-close, Pink roses and a golden rose, With amber and with tender green, To let the throbbing stars between.
Against that world .of roses stand— These are the woods of Fairyland— Poplar and oak and elm to make A. gold brake and a rosy brake.
Instead'of silky leaves of Spring, ' The stars now make their garnishing For gay roses and April White ; The snow has lit them all the night. The red. sun hangs his lantern red. Between the black boughs overhead,. The evening clothes them with his mist Half sapphire and half amethyst. .
The dawn roses are scattered here As 'twere a rose espalier Whose happy boughs have borne for fruit Red roses all from head to foot.
Even the lamp that men have set To light the way for travelling feet Caught in the dark tree glitters bright As chrysoprase and chrysolite.
Down the long road's perspective go The dark trees in a double row, Spangled with lamplight gold and cool And Winter trees are beautiful.
KATHARINE TYNAN.
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