Fold after fold they flowed away—
“Let come what may,” your eyes were saying,
“At least we two have had to-day.”
A December Day
Dawn turned on her purple pillow
And late, late came the winter day,
Snow was curved to the boughs of the willow,
The sunless world was white and grey.
At noon we heard a blue-jay scolding,
At five the last thin light was lost