Josephine Preston Peabody

(1874-1922 / United States)

The Fir-Tree - Poem by Josephine Preston Peabody

The winds have blown more bitter
Each darkening day of fall;
High over all the house-tops
The stars are far and small
I wonder, will my fir-tree
Be green in spite of all?

O grief is colder—colder
Than wind from any part;
And tears of grief are bitter tears,
And doubt’s a sorer smart!
But I promised to my fir-tree
To keep the fragrant heart.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 22, 2010



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