Verse > Anthologies > Higginson and Bigelow, eds. > American Sonnets
  PREVIOUSNEXT  
CONTENTS · BIBLIOGRAPHIC RECORD
Higginson and Bigelow, comps.  American Sonnets.  1891.
 
Frost
By Edith Matilda Thomas (1854–1925)
 
HOW small a tooth hath mined the season’s heart!
How cold a touch hath set the wood on fire,
Until it blazes like a costly pyre
Built for some Ganges emperor, old and swart,
Soul-sped on clouds of incense! Whose the art        5
That webs the streams, each morn, with silver wire,
Delicate as the tension of a lyre,—
Whose falchion pries the chestnut-burr apart?
It is the Frost, a rude and gothic sprite,
Who doth unbuild the Summer’s palaced wealth,        10
And puts her dear loves all to sword or flight;
Yet in the hushed, unmindful winter’s night
The spoiler builds again with jealous stealth,
And sets a mimic garden, cold and bright.
 
 
CONTENTS · BIBLIOGRAPHIC RECORD
  PREVIOUSNEXT  
 
Loading
Click here to shop the Bartleby Bookstore.

Shakespeare · Bible · Strunk · Anatomy · Nonfiction · Quotations · Reference · Fiction · Poetry
© 1993–2014 Bartleby.com · [Top 150] · Subjects · Titles · Authors