The Oxford Book of Canadian Verse
From Frost on the WindowRhoda A. Faulkner
O
With many a wayward freak and curious antic,
In varied lines, that quaintly blent and crossed
In tracery romantic.
As hueless as the faded cheek of death;
There, rose tall pinnacles and Gothic towers,
That melted with a breath;
The willow, wan and still, like settled grief,
The hazel, easy bent, but hardly broke,
And varying maple leaf.
With a most sister-like and chaste caress,
As if it fain a fellowship would claim
With such pure loveliness.
Made all it rested on, leaf, flower, and tree;
And lingered there, like innocence at play
With stainless purity.