Wherever A Green Blade Looks Up Poem by John Vance Cheney

Wherever A Green Blade Looks Up



Wherever a green blade looks up,
A leaf lisps mystery,
Whereso a blossom holds its cup
A mist rings land or sea,
Wherever voice doth utter sound
Or silence make her round—
There worship; it is holy ground.

Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: green,silence
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