Earth
Rica is the grave's lodger ; Earth's rare nostalgia Shall from his bones beget The anonymous violet.
This catholic ground more grand Is than our selves, this land To whose earth quietist we shall come.
Slow sum Of the snail centuries, the mute will Of the 'confederate acre still Re-kindles a ruthless corn ; These fields have worn Uncouth huinanitY like hungrY Lean shame Of glister greatness ; in brook-fingered stones Round with oblivion, runs Old wrath, a dangerous ore ; Such store We have set by glory the autumnal leaf A spectre grows for grief, Repenting our spring and fall Till Earth, whose all We are, that myriad womb, Dare even beyond our doom.
Obscure is suffering's sequel Love thorny and equal .
From eyes picked out by crows ' Still breeds the touch-star rose. flame,
LILIAN BOWES LYON.
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