Such a starved bank of moss
I
Such a starved bank of moss
Till that May-morn,
Blue ran the flash across:
Violets were born!
II
Sky — what a scowl of cloud
Till, near and far,
Ray on ray split the shroud
Splendid, a star!
III
World — how it walled about
Life with disgrace
Till God's own smile came out:
That was thy face!
Such a starved bank of moss
Till that May-morn,
Blue ran the flash across:
Violets were born!
II
Sky — what a scowl of cloud
Till, near and far,
Ray on ray split the shroud
Splendid, a star!
III
World — how it walled about
Life with disgrace
Till God's own smile came out:
That was thy face!
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