Thou canst not move across the grass
But my quick eyes will see Thee pass,
Nor speak, however silently,
But my hushed voice will answer Thee.
I know the path that tells Thy way
Through the cool eve of every day;
God, I can push the grass apart
And lay my finger on Thy heart!
-Edna St. Vincent Millay
(from Renascence)
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(and I am probably not playing correctly by posting an excerpt from a poem!)
