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...
Such a starved bank of moss Sky—what a scowl of cloud World—how it walled... |
As the Starved Maelstrom laps the Navies |
It would have starved a Gnat — |
TIME was when I was free as air, |