Flower-Sage

Robert Frost's Poem: Flower-Gathering:

I left you in the morning,
And in the morning glow
You walked a way beside me
To make me sad to go.
Do you know me in the gloaming,
Gaunt and dusty gray with roaming?
Are you dumb because you know me not,
Or dumb because you know?

All for me? And not a question
For the faded flowers gay
That could take me from beside you
For the ages of a day?
They are yours, and be the measure
Of their worth for you to treasure
The measure of the little while
That I've been long away.

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Meghann Dempsey's Poem: Flower-Sage

You left me in the morning
When wind was crisp and cold
We walked the night 'till sunrise
Made the streets look paved in gold.
And now I walk with shivering
Wet cheeks, my lips are quivering
Shall I close my mouth to know your heart,
Or speak out all I know?

All for you, there is no question
It’s your life in all I seek
The face I dream on summer nights
When your absence makes me meek
The clock will tick, and then I’ll gauge
Our love on growing flowers’ sage
To gauge the distance we’re apart
I count each lonely week.