Poems (Bell)/Cosmos

by Clara L. Bell

COSMOS.

In the springtime sweet, when
 Nature all was fair,
I tarried with my darling,
 She had violets in her hair;
Blossoms all so fair and sweet,
 Their perfume o'er me stealing
Sent thrills of love all thro' my heart,
 O! rapt'rous thoughts revealing!

When at last the summer came,
 And with it the wild rose,
We walked again together,
 The day was at its close;
In her hair the roses nestled
 As she lingered by my side,
I said: "wear these, my dear one,
 On the day that you're my bride."

And she answered: "when October.
 Comes, with leaves of Autumn rare,
There blooms a flower, the Cosmos,
 I wait to wear those blossoms fair."

.... It is "autumn:"—in my garden.
 Is a plant whose radiance gleams
Like a sweet white face that cometh
 Only to me in my dreams;
And I pluck the Cosmos flower
 Autumn winds did kindly save,
But I place the pretty blossoms
 On a lonely, new-made grave!