WINTER GERANIUMS.

O What avails the storm,

When o'er my sense this Magian flower enweaves

His charm of slumbrous summer, green and warm,

And laps me in his luxury of leaves!

O where the frost that chills,

Whilst these rich blooms burn red about my face,

Luring me out across the irised hills

Where Autumn broods o'er purple deeps of space!