Robert Browning

(1812-1889 / London / England)

Apparitions - Poem by Robert Browning

(_Prologue to 'The Two Poets of Croisic.'_)

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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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 7, 2010



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