Frederick Philip Grove
LANDSCAPES
(IM 16-28)

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e-Edition by Gaby Divay
© August 2007

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FIRST FROST [29] by Frederick Philip Grove The year stands poised once more. Through thin white haze A dimmed sun sends his ineffectual rays. The gliding river[30] curls with misty locks That rise along the hills like vapour flocks. In thin festoons there lean upon the air White-beaded gossamers like floating hair. And spectral stand the trees with bare black boughs As if recalling unfulfilled spring vows. Thus poised, too, stands my soul, of promise stripped. There has been frost; its winter buds were nipped. In Memoriam 25