THE BLADE OF GRASS

by: Dora Greenwell (1821-1882)

      H! little blade of grass,
      A little sword thou art,
      That in thy haste to pass
      Hast pierced thy mother’s heart!
       
      Oh! little blade of grass,
      A little tongue thou art
      Of cleaving flame,--alas!
      Thou hast cleft thy mother’s heart.
       
      Oh! little blade, upcurled
      Leaf, sword, or fiery dart,
      To win thy Father’s world
      Thou must break thy mother’s heart!

"The Blade of Grass" is reprinted from The Oxford Book of English Mystical Verse. Ed. Nicholson & Lee. Oxford: The Clarendon Press, 1917.

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