To the Fringed Gentian

   

Fringed_Gentian

 

  Then doth thy sweet and quiet eye
Look through its fringes to the sky,

Blue—blue—as if that sky let fall

A flower from its cerulean wall.

       I would that thus, when I shall see
The hour of death draw near to me,
Hope, blossoming within my heart,
May look to heaven as I depart.

William Cullen Bryant

 

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