Here you will find the Poem Apparitions of poet Robert Browning
(_Prologue to 'The Two Poets of Croisic.'_) Such a starved bank of moss Till, that May-morn, Blue ran the flash across: Violets were born! Sky--what a scowl of cloud Till, near and far, Ray on ray split the shroud: Splendid, a star! World--how it walled about Life with disgrace, Till God's own smile came out: That was thy face!
