"SUCH A STARVED BANK OF MOSS"
Reading edition
Such a starved bank of moss Till, that May-morn, Blue ran the flash across: Violets were born! Sky—what a scowl of cloud5 Till, near and far, Ray on ray split the shroud: Splendid, a star! World—how it walled about Life with disgrace10 Till God's own smile came out: That was thy face!