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!
Song Cycle by Charles Fonteyn Manney (1872 - 1951)
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- by Robert Browning (1812 - 1889), "Apparitions", appears in The Two Poets of Croisic, Prologue, first published 1878 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
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