Blue, blue is the sea to-day, <br />Warmly the light <br />Sleeps on St. Andrews Bay -- <br />Blue, fringed with white. <br /> <br />That's no December sky! <br />Surely 'tis June <br />Holds now her state on high, <br />Queen of the noon. <br /> <br />Only the tree-tops bare <br />Crowning the hill, <br />Clear-cut in perfect air, <br />Warn us that still <br /> <br />Winter, the aged chief, <br />Mighty in power, <br />Exiles the tender leaf, <br />Exiles the flower. <br /> <br />Is there a heart to-day, <br />A heart that grieves <br />For flowers that fade away, <br />For fallen leaves? <br /> <br />Oh, not in leaves or flowers <br />Endures the charm <br />That clothes those naked towers <br />With love-light warm. <br /> <br />O dear St. Andrews Bay, <br />Winter or Spring <br />Gives not nor takes away <br />Memories that cling <br /> <br />All round thy girdling reefs, <br />That walk thy shore, <br />Memories of joys and griefs <br />Ours evermore.<br /><br />Robert Fuller Murray<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-december-day/
