A Woman of Thirty by Marjorie Allen Seiffert
page 46 of 85 (54%)
page 46 of 85 (54%)
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The peaks even today show finger prints
Where God last touched the earth Before he set it joyously in space Finding it good. III You, slender shining-- You, downward leaping-- Born from silent snow To drown at last in the blue silent Mountain lake-- You are not snow or water, You are only a silver spirit Singing! IV Sharp crags of granite, Pointing, threatening, Thrust fiercely up at me; And near the edge, their menace Would whirl me down. V Climbing desperately toward the heights I glance in terror behind me To be deafened--to be shattered-- By a thunderbolt of beauty. |
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