| Higginson and Bigelow, comps. American Sonnets. 1891. | | | | Waiting for Winter | | By Henry Augustin Beers (1847–1926) |
| | | WHAT honey in the year’s last flowers can hide, | |
| These little yellow butterflies may know: | |
| With falling leaves they waver to and fro, | |
| Or on the swinging tops of asters ride. | |
| But I am weary of the summer’s pride | 5 |
| And sick September’s simulated show: | |
| Why do the colder winds delay to blow | |
| And bring the pleasant hours that we abide; | |
| To curtained alcove and sweet household talks, | |
| Or sweeter silence by our flickering Lars, | 10 |
| Returning late from autumn evening walks | |
| Upon the frosty hills, while reddening Mars | |
| Hangs low between the withered mullein stalks, | |
| And upward throngs the host of winter stars? | | | | |
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