by: Ada Foster Murray (1857-1936)
- H, days
of beauty standing veiled apart,
- With dreamy skies and tender, tremulous air,
- In this rich Indian summer of the heart
- Well may the earth her jewelled halo wear.
- The long brown fields -- no longer drear and dull --
- Burn with the glow of these deep-hearted hours,
- Until the dry weeds seem more beautiful,
- More spiritlike than even summer's flowers.
- But yesterday the world was stricken bare,
- Left old and dead in gray, enshrouding gloom;
- To-day what vivid wonder of the air
- Awakes the soul of vanished light and bloom?
- Sharp with the clean, fine ecstasy of death,
- A mightier wind shall strike the shrinking earth,
- An exhalation of creative breath
- Wake the white wonder of the winter's birth.
- In her wide Pantheon -- her temple place --
- Wrapped in strange beauty and new comforting,
- We shall not miss the Summer's full-blown grace,
- Nor hunger for the swift, exquisite Spring.
POEMS BY ADA FOSTER MURRAY
"Prevision" is reprinted
from The Little Book of American Poets: 1787-1900. Ed.
Jessie B. Rittenhouse. Cambridge: Riverside Press, 1915.