Lizette Woodworth Reese Grass Poems

  • 1.
    Brother of mine, good monk with cowlëd head,
    Walled from that world which thou hast long since fled,
    And pacing thy green close beyond the sea,
    I send my heart to thee.
    ...
  • 2.
    I am Thy grass, O Lord!
    I grow up sweet and tall
    But for a day, beneath Thy sword
    To lie at evenfall.
    ...
  • 3.
    Brother of mine, good monk with cowlëd head,
    Walled from that world which thou hast long since fled,
    And pacing thy green close beyond the sea,
    I send my heart to thee.
    ...
  • 4.
    Such special sweetness was about
    That day God sent you here,
    I knew the lavender was out,
    And it was mid of year.
    ...
  • 5.
    When I consider Life and its few years-
    A wisp of fog betwixt us and the sun;
    A call to battle, and the battle done
    Ere the last echo dies within our ears;
    ...
  • 6.
    The spicewood burns along the gray, spent sky,
    In moist unchimneyed places, in a wind,
    That whips it all before, and all behind,
    Into one thick, rude flame, now low, now high,
    ...
  • 7.
    Oh, gray and tender is the rain,
    That drips, drips on the pane!
    A hundred things come in the door,
    The scent of herbs, the thought of yore.
    ...
  • 8.
    Fathered by March, the daffodils are here.
    First, all the air grew keen with yesterday,
    And once a thrush from out some hollow gray
    On a field's edge, where whitening stalks made cheer,
    ...
  • 9.
    Wild rockets blew along the lane;
    The tall white gentians too were there;
    The mullein stalks were brave again;
    Of blossoms was the bramble bare;
    ...
Total 9 Grass Poems by Lizette Woodworth Reese

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Sometimes, to solace my sad heart, I say,
Though late it be, though lily-time be past,
Though all the summer skies be overcast,
Haply I will go down to her, some day,
And cast my rests of life before her feet,
That she may have her will of me, being so sweet
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