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Apparitions

By Robert BrowningSource: Robert Browning - PoetryDB (Public Domain)53 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 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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