Winter Twilight, Bliss Carman, 1931 Along the wintry skyline, Crowning the rocky crest, Stands the bare screen of hardwood trees Against the saffron west, -- Its gray and purple network Of branching tracery Outspread upon the lucent air, Like week within the sea. The scarlet robe of autumn Renounced and put away, The mystic earth is fairer still, -- A Puritan in gray. The spirit of the winter, How tender, how austere ! Yet all the ardor of the spring And summer's dream are here. Fear not, O timid lover, The touch of frost and rime ! This is the virtue that sustained The roses in their prime. The anthem of the northwind Shall hallow thy despair, The benediction of the snow Be answer to thy prayer. And now the star of evening That is the pilgrim's sign, Is lighted in the primrose dusk, -- A lamp before a shrine. Peace fills the mighty minster, Tranquil and gray and old, And all the chancel of the west Is bright with paling gold. A little wind goes sifting Along the meadow floor, -- Like steps of lovely penitents Who sighingly adore. Then falls the twilight curtain, And fades the eerie light, And frost and silence turn the keys In the great doors of night.