Poems (Jackson)/Where?

by Helen Hunt Jackson

WHERE?

Y snowy eupatorium has droppedIts silver threads of petals in the night;No signal told its blossoming had stoppedIts seed-films flutter silent, ghostly white:  No answer stirs the shining air,  As I ask, "Where?"

Beneath the glossy leaves of winter greenDead lily-bells lie low, and in their placeA rounded disk of pearly pink is seen,Which tells not of the lily's fragrant grace:  No answer stirs the shining air,  As I ask, "Where?"

This morning's sunrise does not show to meSeed-film or fruit of my sweet yesterday;Like falling flowers, to realms I cannot seeIts moments floated silently away:  No answer stirs the shining air,  As I ask, "Where?"