Yolk- colored tongue
Parched beneath a burning sky,
A lazy little tune
Hummed up the crest of some
Softs sloping hill.
One streaming line of beauty
Flowering by a forest
Pregnant with tears.
A hidden nest for beauty
Idly flung ny God
In one lonely lingering hour
Before the Sabbath.
A blue-fruited black gum,
Like a tall predella,
Bears a dangling figure,—
Sacrificial dower to the raff, Swinging alone,
A solemn, tortured shadow in the air.
(Helene M Johnson)
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