BLUE-EYED GRASS. 



In the blind meadow, overflowing 

 With sweet, new life in every place, 



Where ferns and lightest grasses growing 

 Mingle in one harmonious grace; 



deeper than all conscious being 



Still throbs the quickened pulse of Air, 

 For something lies beyond the seeing, 

 Divinely fair ! 



Low down among the daisies lying, 



Near to the great warm heart of Earth, 

 My secret clue eludes the trying, 

 Merged in a new and larger birth ; 



1 lose myself in holy union, 



I cannot stand and gaze apart, 

 In that unbroken, close communion 

 Heart learns of heart. 



