by: Edna Dean Proctor (1838?-1923?)
- LL day the stormy wind has blown
- From off the dark and rainy sea;
- No bird has past the window flown,
- The only song has been the moan
- The wind made in the willow-tree.
- This is the summer's burial-time:
- She died when dropped the earliest leaves;
- And, cold upon her rosy prime,
- Fell direful autumn's frosty rime;
- Yet I am not as one that grieves,--
- For well I know o'er sunny seas
- The bluebird waits for April skies;
- And at the root of forest trees
- The May-flowers sleep in fragrant ease,
- The violets hide their azure eyes.
- O thou, by winds of grief o'erblown,
- Beside some golden summer's bier,--
- Take heart! Thy birds are only flown,
- Thy blossoms sleeping, tearful sown,
- To greet thee in the immortal year!
POEMS BY EDNA DEAN PROCTOR
"Take Heart" is reprinted
from The Little Book of American Poets: 1787-1900. Ed.
Jessie B. Rittenhouse. Cambridge: Riverside Press, 1915.