Two Twilights

<SPAN name="chap049"></SPAN> <h3> WAITING FOR WINTER </h3> <p class="poem"> What honey in the year's last flowers can hide,<br/> <SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">These little yellow butterflies may know:</SPAN><br/> <SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">With falling leaves they waver to and fro,</SPAN><br/> Or on the swinging tops of asters ride.<br/> But I am weary of the summer's pride<br/> <SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">And sick September's simulated show:</SPAN><br/> <SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Why do the colder winds delay to blow</SPAN><br/> And bring the pleasant hours that we abide;<br/> To curtained alcove and sweet household talks,<br/> <SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Or sweeter silence by our flickering Lars,</SPAN><br/> Returning late from autumn evening walks<br/> <SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Upon the frosty hills, while reddening Mars</SPAN><br/> Hangs low between the withered mullein stalks,<br/> <SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">And upward throngs the host of winter stars?</SPAN><br/></p> <br/><br/><br/> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />