Poems (Kimball)/White Azaleas
WHITE AZALEAS.
AZALEAS—whitest of white! White as the drifted snow Fresh-fallen out of the night, Before the coming glow Tinges the morning light; When the light is like the snow, White, And the silence is like the light; Light, mad silence, and snow, All—white!
White! not a hint Of the creamy tint A rose will hold, The whitest rose, in its inmost fold; Not a possible blush; White as an embodied hush; A very rapture of white; A wedlock of silence and light. White, white as the wonder undefiled Of Eve just wakened in Paradise;Nay, white as the angel of a child That looks into God's own eyes!