In Divers Tones

by Charles G.D. Roberts

Edited by Tracy Ware




                         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!