Sanctuary Sunshine House Sonnets

by Bliss Carman

Illustrations by Whitman Bailey




They do not come when gorgeous June is here,
Nor with the pomp of August passing by.
But when the roadside asters are all gone
With the last trace of summer from the fields—
When the last cricket has long since been hushed
And earth awaits in silence the first frost—
In white and mauve, dark red and antique gold,
These true particians of the garden come.
When snow is in the air and low gray skies
Are bleak with coming winter, like a host
In medieval frescoes many-hued
With banners and TE DEUMS, they return
To offer brave Thanksgiving and to grace
Deserted gardens with their noble praise.