Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, EVEN AS THE GRASS, by RUTH ENCK ENGLE



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EVEN AS THE GRASS, by                    
First Line: Lay not your pencill'd cheek where love ... Read
Last Line: But love can play a chord on bits of string.
Subject(s): Rest


Lay not your pencill'd cheek where love may read,
Your em'rld eyes are dripping tears of scorn,
And where the moon-drowned shadows beg and plead
Like some unsounded bell the ages mourn.
The sunbeams spear the windows of your home
And dew lays pearls across your velvet breast,
Reflecting drifted stars on drowsy loam
While lovers seek your couch, to pause and rest.

If storm and rain put stubbles in your hair,
And wipe your brow with laces sprayed in mist
March on, for duty drops the web of care,
Where morning sieves a rainbow on your wrist.
You know the bitter tune the wind may sing
But love can play a chord on bits of string.





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