Poetry & Verse
Apparitions
By Robert BrowningSource: Robert Browning - PoetryDB (Public Domain)Short53 words
Such a starved bank of moss Till, that May-morn, Blue ran the flash across: Violets were born! Sky--what a scowl of cloud Till, near and...
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Such a starved bank of moss Till, that May-morn, Blue ran the flash across: Violets were born! Sky--what a scowl of cloud Till, near and far, Ray on ray split the shroud: Splendid, a star! World--how it walled about Life with disgrace, Till God's own smile came out: That was thy face!
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