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Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The World’s Best Poetry. 1904.

VII. Love’s Power

Love: “Such a starved bank of moss”

Robert Browning (1812–1889)

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!