THE BRACELET OF GRASS
by: William Vaughn Moody
(1869-1910)
- HE opal
heart of afternoon
- Was clouding on to throbs of storm,
- Ashen within the ardent west
- The lips of thunder muttered harm,
- And as a bubble like to break
- Hung heaven's trembling amethyst,
- When with the sedge-grass by the lake
- I braceleted her wrist.
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- And when the ribbon grass was tied,
- Sad with the happiness we planned,
- Palm linked in palm we stood awhile
- And watched the raindrops dot the sand;
- Until the anger of the breeze
- Chid all the lake's bright breathing down,
- And ravished all the radiancies
- From her deep eyes of brown.
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- We gazed from shelter on the storm,
- And through out hearts swept ghostly pain
- To see the shards of day sweep past,
- Broken, and none might mend again.
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- Broken, that none shall ever mend;
- Loosened, that none shall ever tie.
- O the wind and the wind, will it never end?
- O the sweeping past of the ruined sky!
"The Bracelet of Grass"
is reprinted from Poems and Plays of William Vaughn Moody.
William Vaughn Moody. Boston: Houghton Mifflin Co., 1912. |
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