APPARITIONS.
Reading edition
I.
SUCH a starved bank of moss Till, that May morn, Blue ran the flash across: Violets were born!
II.
SKY—what a scowl of cloud Till, near and far, Ray on ray split the shroud: Splendid, a star!
III.
WORLD—how it walled about Life with disgrace Till God’s own smile came out: That was thy face. Robert Browning.