My snowy eupatorium has dropped
Its silver threads of petals in the night;
No signal told its blossoming had stopped;
Its seed-films flutter silent, ghostly white:
No answer stirs the shining air,
As I ask, “Where?”
Beneath the glossy leaves of winter-green
Dead lilly-bells lie low, and in their place
A rounded disk of pearly pink is seen,
Which tells not of the lily’s fragrant grace:
No answer stirs the shining air,
As I ask, “Where?”
This morning’s sunrise does not show to me
Seed-film or fruit of my sweet yesterday;
Like falling flowers, to realms I cannot see
Its moments floated silently away:
No answer stirs the shining air,
As I ask, “Where?”
(Helen Hunt Jackson)
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Based on Topics: Night Poems, Flowers PoemsBased on Keywords: winter-green, lilly-bells, seed-film, eupatorium, seed-films