"A Winter Twilight"

"A silence slipping round like death,

Yet chased by a whisper, a sigh, a breath,

One group of trees, lean, naked, and cold,
Inking their crest 'gainst a sky green-gold;
One path that knows where the cornflowers were;

Lonely, apart, unyielding, one fir;
And over it softly leaning down,

One star that I loved ere the fields were brown."
- Angelina Weld Grimke (1880-1958)

from Selected Works of Angelina Weld Grimke, edited by Carolivia Herron, Schomburg Library of Nineteenth Century Black Women Writers: 1991.