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