Annunciations
The anxious milk-blood in the veins of the earth,
That strives long and quiet to sever the girth
Of greenery...Below the roots, a quickening shiver
Aroused by some light that had sensed, -- ere the shiver
Of the first moth's descent, -- day's predestiny...
The sand of a dove's flight waved over the lawn...
The moan of travail in one dearest beside me ...
Then high cries from great chasms of chaos withdrawn--
Hush! these things were all heard before dawn.
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