A Spirit Flower
by B. Martin Stanton

My heart was frozen even as the earth
That covered ye forever from my sight
All thoughts of happiness expired at birth
Within in me naught, but black and starless night
Down through the winter sunshine snowflakes came,
All shimmering like to silver butterflies
They seem to whisper softly thy dear name
They melted with the teardrops from mine eyes
But suddenly there bloomed, within that hour
In my poor heart so seeming dead, a flower
Whose fragrance in my life shall ever be
The tender sacred memory of thee