Winter Geraniums

Charles G.D. Roberts

O What avails the storm,
When o'er my sense this Magian flower enweaves
His charm of slumbrous summer, green and warm,
And laps me in his luxury of leaves!

O where the frost that chills,
Whilst these rich blooms burn red about my face,
Luring me out across the irised hills
Where Autumn broods o'er purple deeps of space!

From In Divers Tones.

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Added 23 November 2008.
Updated 23 November 2008.