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!"
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!"