IV

IV

The grass is beneath my head;and I gazeat the thronging starsin the night.They fall . . . they fall. . . .I am overwhelmed,and afraid.Each leaf of the aspenis caressed by the wind,and each is crying.And the perfumeof invisible rosesdeepens the anguish.Let a strong mesh of rootsfeed the crimson of rosesupon my heart;and then fold over the hollowwhere all the pain was.F. S. Flint

The grass is beneath my head;and I gazeat the thronging starsin the night.They fall . . . they fall. . . .I am overwhelmed,and afraid.Each leaf of the aspenis caressed by the wind,and each is crying.And the perfumeof invisible rosesdeepens the anguish.Let a strong mesh of rootsfeed the crimson of rosesupon my heart;and then fold over the hollowwhere all the pain was.F. S. Flint

The grass is beneath my head;and I gazeat the thronging starsin the night.

The grass is beneath my head;

and I gaze

at the thronging stars

in the night.

They fall . . . they fall. . . .I am overwhelmed,and afraid.

They fall . . . they fall. . . .

I am overwhelmed,

and afraid.

Each leaf of the aspenis caressed by the wind,and each is crying.

Each leaf of the aspen

is caressed by the wind,

and each is crying.

And the perfumeof invisible rosesdeepens the anguish.

And the perfume

of invisible roses

deepens the anguish.

Let a strong mesh of rootsfeed the crimson of rosesupon my heart;and then fold over the hollowwhere all the pain was.

Let a strong mesh of roots

feed the crimson of roses

upon my heart;

and then fold over the hollow

where all the pain was.

F. S. Flint

F. S. Flint

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